Yesterday I was meeting with him (the attorney, not the hott principal) and he said that he'd seen me dropping off J-Train at her school recently. Then he says, "Yeah, [hott principal] is a friend of mine."
I guess what happened next is that I reflexively uttered some type of groan whose meaning was unclear to the law-talker, who said, "What, has there been a problem?"
Realizing I didn't want to explain that the groan meant "WANT," I smoothly start stammering and blushing. "No, I just mean...he, uh..." And my attorney, who's a pretty smart guy, recognizes what's going on and just laughs. "Well, he's married, you know." YES I KNOW THAT, JUST BECAUSE I CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE HOW PAINFULLY HOTT HE IS DOESN'T MEAN I'M TRYING TO ONE-UP HIS WIFE, KTHXBAI.
Chances this comes up in conversation the next time attorney guy runs across hott principal guy? 1000%
Wait--unless attorney-client privilege covers revelations of embarrassing adolescent-style crushes?
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