It's all part of the job

So rewind several weeks and remember Client Guy, who had a slightly awkward conversation with me about (1) getting drinks after a successful deal and (2) managed to ask me if I was married in pretty much the most awkward way possible.  Well, fulfilling my work duties as necessary, I met him for a couple of beers after work yesterday at a bar near my office.  Client Guy just cracks me up.  We had to talk him off the ledge a few times in the past 4 months, and I previously heard ALL about the broken engagement + moving back in with the parents which obviously = a dateable winner for me!


Last night was surprisingly fun, for what it was.  I mean, yes, he did show up drunk (I was apparently his second happy hour of the day....and we met at 5:45 pm...hmmm) and managed to pound 4 beers in the time I slowly drank 2, but otherwise, it was entertaining to say the least and he was certainly respectful of my invented boyfriend and did not try anything.  Some snippets from the conversation:

"I mean, I was never a smoker, but I used to be a bodybuilder, so I guess sticking a needle in my ass is just as bad as smoking, right?"


"My ex-fiancee was a sweet girl, but she was just lazy.  I don't understand how she can finish work and be TIRED at 6:00 and not be able to cook me dinner and clean the apartment."

"Of course I kept the ring.  What?  Was that bad?"


"When I was at [old firm] I was basically nocturnal.  I used to come in at like 10:30 or 11:00 and then work all night.  Sometimes I would sleep under my desk, but I mean, that was only like 3 - 4 nights a week."

"I think I'm pretty normal for being the son of two shrinks."

Overall, though, was pretty fun, and I'd write him an official recommendation for any female who wants to dabble in the slightly-damaged-goods category for a short while.  Does seem like a nice guy, despite the 7 year relationship and all that.  Unfortunately, as I've sworn off the second-hand, slightly irregular and just plain broken ones for 2010, I'm going to have to pass.