Work, dating, discretion.

I need a FAQ page on this blog. I usually respond to questions via twitter, but my new readers keep asking the same question: “Why don’t you write more about dating or work?”

My answer: discretion. This blog is fun, but not sloppy.

Contrary to popular belief, there is a filter here…well, sort of. One trick I learned as a resident assistant in undergrad is that clean living is the simplest way to avoid projecting dirt, so I try not to do anything that I would have a problem with broadcasting on the world wide inter-web.1

That means that there is less to filter, which my life easier, because filter refills are expensive…

I also like my job, and want to stay at my company after graduation, so I wouldn’t compromise that for a push in the google rankings or a few extra comments.

What I love about working for my company is that it is a collaborative atmosphere, so the daily annoyances that make Bitter Lawyer and Namby Pamby so interesting are not part of my world. I go to work, interact with hilarious co-workers, and do my job.

Sure, there are some shocking cases…but I just don’t have to deal with any craziness beyond battling for parking near the building.

The point is that I don’t write about work because I am professional and there is not a lot to write about.

Dating is another story. I blame that mess on facebook.

Googling and facebook-friending a potential date is essential due diligence. Trust me. Someone can seem completely innocent and charming but then google reveals a video of them doing ungodly things with their dog2 or other deal-breaking craziness.

I need to know about the CooCooCaChoo in advance! So I screen…

The problem with this due diligence is that now a pack of my facebook “friends” are trolling for dates.

Also, to compound the awkwardness, facebook’s “friend suggestion” feature has turned facebook into the newest dating site:

facebook dating
That’s how I met Judd.  Facebook said we had a ton of friends in common, so I just hit “add” without thinking about it. Judd then messaged me, “Hi, you’re cute. We should go on a date!” I agreed to go on the date, we clicked, became boyfriends, …and then he moved to New York. Hm.

But Judd, like all of my other ex-boyfriends is still my facebook friend and we still keep in contact. So anything that the new “friend suggestion” guys write on my wall is visible to him, my other Exes, past dates, potential dates, and mom. Sigh.

But that is a minor drawback because the benefits of screening guys on facebook outweigh the awkwardness by far. If the suggestion-friends are completely lewd then I unadd them, but that rarely happens because the vast majority of these guys still fall into the same three categories:

  1. Bedingfields: Over-enthusiastic, “Hi! Nice to meet you. I love your eyes! We should totally get married. What’s your name again? ”
  2. E-Ballers: Fills up my facebook and text inbox, but acts completely bored when we hang out. Am I talking to your secretary online?
  3. Fair-Weathers: Completely enraptured in-person but takes a week to respond to a facebook or text message. Might need to borrow the E-Baller’s secretary.

(Note how none of the categories involves crass.)

I went on a lot of dates in the past few weeks, and some were pretty outrageous. But because my dates are aware of this blog through facebook, I can’t write about any of the dates because broadcasting a terrible date to the entire Minneapolis gay community3 is just tacky. Besides, my BFF and I would have nothing to dish about when we hang out.

So I don’t write a lot about work because I am professional and I don’t write a lot about dates because I am classy, (and don’t want to get cut.) Hopefully that explains things!


1 Remember, my personal motto is “I have a good disposition” and I mean it.
2 Yes, that actually happened. I was mortified.
3 Lot of facebook friends… have the entire community covered through at least one person.

If you have any questions to add to my forth-coming FAQ page please send them to @dennisjansen.

Saturdays are for tax law and vomit…

See, in law school Saturdays are off the chain. Behold:
international tax law
How do I contain myself? Someone call Lindsay…

I finally got cracking on studying for international tax law today. I am close to halfway through. Maybe. I will put in a few more hours at home because Dunn Brothers is about to close, and the Barista looks like she’s about to crack some heads open to clear the place out…

Last night Juddson and I saw Iron Man II at the fancy theater in St. Louis Park. I did not care for the first Iron Man movie, but the sequel was exciting. It had a plot. It had action. There was character development, decent special affects, and the obligatory Kill-Bill style female-kick-ass scene. Vöt!.

After letting the dogs out, we went to Stadium Village and ate at Bona, a Vietnamese restaurant, where the waitress would not make eye contact with us.

When we got back to my car, I opened my trunk and fetched a bottle of mouthwash. The mouthwash was needed because I did not have any gum and my freshness was compromised by the onion-licious dinner. As I dug through my trunk for the mouthwash, a random girl parked at the meter behind us spoke:

Mei-Ling: “Do you know anything about cars?”
Me: “I’m fabulous. Of course not.”
Mei-Ling: “Oh, my car won’t start…”
Me: “Did you leave the lights on?”
Mei-Ling: “No.”
Me: “Has it done this before?”
Mei-Ling: “No, well, yes. Once.”
Me: “Hm. Sorry. I would do more harm than good.”
Mei-Ling: “Can you at least wait for my dad to come so he can take your meter spot to help me?”
Me: “…uh, sure.”

Juddson was unamused, but we didn’t want poor Mei-Ling to be raped and murdered, so he fetched gum from the market across the street while I waited for Mei-Ling’s father to show up. We were late for Jeff’s shindig, but we were tardy because we are gentlemen.

The shindig was at Jetset, which was actually busy for once. Jetset is mostly a stand, pose, and bitch bar. Naturally, we did all three. There was even a guest appearance by Mobs, who is done with his two finals. And yes, I hissed at him. Ugh…

Juddson insists that it snowed when we left Jetset. I didn’t notice, but I discovered at work today that the bananas I left in my trunk had frozen. It was like dessert. Mm…

Of course I am tired now, but I will attempt to rally and get more international tax studying done. Possibly, maybe. We’ll see. One more week and finals are done. Woo

Update – I did not finish this post before I left Dunn Brothers. I leave the cafe and call Phillp while driving home. I park in front of my building and say,

Me: “Uh oh, I think I am about to be rear ended.”
Phillip: “Oh no…”

I am already outside of my car when a smoking car comes barreling down the street. The driver stops less than a foot behind my bumper. I make eye contact with the driver as I fetch my books from my backseat. The driver looks like he is holding his breath.

The driver then opens the door and THROWS UP ALL OVER THE STREET. I avoid eye contact and scurry into my building.

Me: “Random driver just yarked all over the street!”
Phillp: “Dennis, these things always seem to happen to you. I don’t usually read blogs, but I read your blog every day because there is always SOMETHING like this going on. You know you’re going to get shot again before you move from Minneapolis right?”
Me: “WHAT A TERRIBLE THING TO SAY!”
Phillp: “I know! But I’m just saying… you KNOW it’s true.”

Ugh. Damn it. I am going to bed.

Update II: So of course the second I go to bed my apartment is floodlit by a fire truck, randomly parked in front of the building…I am so over this neighborhood