jailhouse romance

I got hit on in jail. I love saying that! I got hit on in jail. Ok, let me explain. I’ve recently started working for a new defense attorney. I absolutely love my new job. I’m working on an attempted murder case. I can’t even begin to explain how exciting it is. I mean, I know that deep down I want to Prosecute. I would love to be working on the other side of this case, trying to put away the attempted murderer. But, working defense is pretty exciting. It’s like a fun puzzle you have to figure out. And, I’m pretty good at it so far. My boss is pretty impressed. So I was at the local jail to go visit my client. Only, the jail wouldn’t let me in, because I didn’t have security clearance yet. I had to wait in the waiting room while my attorney went in to visit the client. He was in there for almost 2 hours. I sat in the sterile waiting room just waiting. And waiting. And waiting. There was a guy who came in wearing shackles. It was crazy. There was a chain around his waist and his hands were handcuffed to the chain. It looked really uncomfortable. He was a young guy. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was in for. He said to the cop who brought him in that this would be the quickest he was ever in jail. I wondered how many times he’d been in jail. I wondered how many times he would return to jail in the future. His future didn’t look so bright. I wanted to give him legal advice. Don’t say anything! Don’t answer questions. Keep your mouth shut! But, it wasn’t my place. And no, he’s not the one who hit on me. While I was sitting there minding my own business, a young attorney sat down across from me.

Him: Are you an attorney?
Me: No, a 3rd year law student.
Him: Why are you here?
Me: I’m waiting on my boss while he’s interviewing our client.
Him: They wouldn’t let you in?
Me: Nope.
Him: I like your briefcase.
Me: Thanks.

The conversation went on from there. He’s a federal defender, which he said is pretty boring, except he gets the occasional bank robber case. That’s pretty cool. Can you imagine defending Bonnie and Clyde? That’d be kind of badass. He told me that we should grab lunch. He asked if I like noodles. “You know, like Vietnamese food?” (That’s a direct quote.) He was kind of odd, but kind of amusing. I gave him my card. I figure that it can’t hurt to make business contacts, especially if I ever need a job. He emailed me yesterday and asked if I wanted to grab lunch this week. I figured that I couldn’t accept, as I don’t think New Marine would appreciate that, no matter how much I justify that it’s “business related.” I’d be pissed if he did it. I wrote back and told him that I’m sick and need to raincheck until after I’m better and catch up on school work and work work (I didn’t say it exactly like that). I figure that I could buy time until I meet New Marine. It’s always good to have back-ups.