$50-$60 limit. Shows you’re willing to spend, but not trying to show off. Everyone knows we’re on a budget here, it’s no secret. At least she’ll know you’re financially responsible.
As a 24 year old, recent law school graduate, 95% of my friends who worked immediately after undergrad are either 1) married, 2) in long-term relationships, or 3) constantly dating / yearning for “the one”. I honestly just can’t wrap my head around sharing my bed, my time, and (some of) my money with some one long-term right now. There are just selfish acts that those of us in our Mid-20’s should be act upon without being looked at like we’re sad, lonely, lost puppies with no hope.
Until about last year, I had an untouched, dusty section of Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, and every clothing brand which is now wrong with America in my closet at my parents house. Literally, just sat there and hadn’t been touched since I graduated high school in 2009. I had to finally throw them all in multiple trash bags and donate them all back to my high school because every time I looked them, it just reminded me of what an insufferable douche I was back then.
Speaking as someone graduating law school on Thursday, feel free to buy three years by going this route, but if you’re smart, you’ll find an dual-degree MBA program to cram with it, buy another year, and you’re not stuck with actually being a full-fledged lawyer, but instead just a JD/MBA if you don’t feel the need to go that route.
16. The Couple: Get your shit together before you two come out. If you’re both causing a scene at the bar, it’s not only awkward for you, it’s awkward for everyone.
Friday: **drinks two beers at dinner, goes home, binges It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia **
Saturday: “Sorry bro, can’t make it, went too hard last night.”
Ideal Tinder date is copious amounts of alcohol + Netflix. If I’m paying $10 a month for Tinder + that $8ish dollars a month for Netflix + paying for her atrocious taste in wine / vodka, let’s put that at about $15 to give her some credit, that’s $33 to get laid, not to mention her potential craving for Jimmy John’s takeout post-coital….that’s about $50.
I’m better off buying a rando girl a bar 4 Lemondrops and myself an entire pitcher of beer and I’m wham-bam thank ya ma’am at $35 on a good night.
Donna and Rachel walk out of their Constitutional Law Final in which they typed vigorously for 1-3 hours on the constitutional basis of gay marriage. They find the bar closest to the law school, buy rounds of Cuervo for one another while the rest of the class drinks cheap beer, well vodka, and whiskey. After Rachel and Donna spend an unnecessary amount of time blabbering to one another about their answers to the Gay Rights hypo, they realize there’s a tequila-infused spark. They leave together, while the rest of their classmates aren’t suspecting anything out of the ordinary, Donna and Rachel enjoy each other’s sexual prowess for the night. They wake up the next day, part ways for Christmas Break, and never speak of that night again.
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You still probably have syllabus day too, don’t you?
$50-$60 limit. Shows you’re willing to spend, but not trying to show off. Everyone knows we’re on a budget here, it’s no secret. At least she’ll know you’re financially responsible.
You’ve obviously never been to a Nashville Sounds game.
I’m also studying for the bar. And I’m not, but should be, listening to some sort of lecture right now. #PGP
Barbri won’t help you have a clue about things either. (See Rule Against Perpetuities)
Snitches get stitches.
As a 24 year old, recent law school graduate, 95% of my friends who worked immediately after undergrad are either 1) married, 2) in long-term relationships, or 3) constantly dating / yearning for “the one”. I honestly just can’t wrap my head around sharing my bed, my time, and (some of) my money with some one long-term right now. There are just selfish acts that those of us in our Mid-20’s should be act upon without being looked at like we’re sad, lonely, lost puppies with no hope.
Until about last year, I had an untouched, dusty section of Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, and every clothing brand which is now wrong with America in my closet at my parents house. Literally, just sat there and hadn’t been touched since I graduated high school in 2009. I had to finally throw them all in multiple trash bags and donate them all back to my high school because every time I looked them, it just reminded me of what an insufferable douche I was back then.
Speaking as someone graduating law school on Thursday, feel free to buy three years by going this route, but if you’re smart, you’ll find an dual-degree MBA program to cram with it, buy another year, and you’re not stuck with actually being a full-fledged lawyer, but instead just a JD/MBA if you don’t feel the need to go that route.
Everything is better, or can become progressively better, with complimentary booze.
They really did find love in a hopeless place.
Does the “willing to lie about how we met” also apply to Bumble BFFs?
“Damn girl, you sure can put it away.” -Terry Crews’s character from White Chicks
16. The Couple: Get your shit together before you two come out. If you’re both causing a scene at the bar, it’s not only awkward for you, it’s awkward for everyone.
What’s wrong with falling asleep to Training Day?
I appreciate the no judgment zone when the occasional 5 (hopefully a 6.5 with beer goggles) stumbles out in the morning.
Friday: **drinks two beers at dinner, goes home, binges It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia **
Saturday: “Sorry bro, can’t make it, went too hard last night.”
Ideal Tinder date is copious amounts of alcohol + Netflix. If I’m paying $10 a month for Tinder + that $8ish dollars a month for Netflix + paying for her atrocious taste in wine / vodka, let’s put that at about $15 to give her some credit, that’s $33 to get laid, not to mention her potential craving for Jimmy John’s takeout post-coital….that’s about $50.
I’m better off buying a rando girl a bar 4 Lemondrops and myself an entire pitcher of beer and I’m wham-bam thank ya ma’am at $35 on a good night.
Post-Exams II
Donna and Rachel walk out of their Constitutional Law Final in which they typed vigorously for 1-3 hours on the constitutional basis of gay marriage. They find the bar closest to the law school, buy rounds of Cuervo for one another while the rest of the class drinks cheap beer, well vodka, and whiskey. After Rachel and Donna spend an unnecessary amount of time blabbering to one another about their answers to the Gay Rights hypo, they realize there’s a tequila-infused spark. They leave together, while the rest of their classmates aren’t suspecting anything out of the ordinary, Donna and Rachel enjoy each other’s sexual prowess for the night. They wake up the next day, part ways for Christmas Break, and never speak of that night again.
so if you pay for a swipe, have sex with that girl, is that borderline prostitution?
Seconded.