Being a plus one sucks balls

I went to a fancy gala last night…as a plus one.

Yep, that’s how the likes of me gets into exclusive events filled with fancy people wearing overpriced suits and dresses, talking about all the money they don’t have time to spend.

And then there’s me: a regular girl wearing a nice dress and discreetly (I’d like to think so) taking advantage of the free fancy food and open bar. I wasn’t invited–err, directly. I’m not rich. I’m not fancy. And I don’t belong to any societies.

I’m a plus one.

I am someone’s date. Someone more important than myself was actually invited to frolic among the rich and famous. And he invited me to frolic with him.

Luke is a lawyer. He was called to the bar last year–which means it’s his first year practicing law as an actual lawyer and not an office bitch articling student.

Luke’s cute. He has a really big brain. Intellect is so sexy. And as an added bonus, he looks great in a suit. We met through friends a couple of months ago, but didn’t see a whole lot of each other because he’s so busy with the law thing. You know how it is.

We were hanging out on Friday night when he asked me to be his date for some gala his firm–and by extension, he–was invited to.

I said yes. Free fancy food? Uh yes. Open bar? Uh yes. Pretending I’m important? Uh yes.
Getting into Luke’s pants later? Ding ding ding!

Okay, I’d be lying if I didn’t mention how terrifying last night was… It was terrifying. About 7 minutes into arriving on the scene and being introduced to people, I felt like the least important person in the room.

Seriously.

Luke was cool and he introduced me as his date. I shook people’s hands and exchanged pleasantries. Every single fucking person asked me if I’m a lawyer, too. I’m not a lawyer. I felt pretty shitty about giggling and saying “I don’t think this room needs more lawyers”. Everyone was a lawyer.

Everyone.

I was a lost twentysomething in a room full of strangers, internally screaming at the top of her lungs.

On the bright side, I got kinda drunk and Luke carried me home from his car.

We’ll see where this goes.

Ta.

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3 thoughts on “Being a plus one sucks balls

  1. Taaaa-daaaaaaaa! I just nominated you for the Liebster award because I love your blog and wish I could be as awesome and pithy as you! 🙂
    I can’t wait to see where this goes (oh la la, handsome lawyer – I swoon!) and I can’t wait to see your responses to my questions!

    xx,
    j. parker

  2. You’re right! We really do write in a similar tone. 😀 Love it!

  3. Pingback: twentysomethinganecdotes | Undateable Lawyers

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