I remember my first Power Of Attorney experience.
I had moved to Manhattan only a few months prior. After a disaster of an agency gig (my first job) where I worked longer hours than I’d ever worked on WALL STREET, I quit without another job in a post-9/11 economy, which left me temping for… a year. One of my best gigs was working as a receptionist at a top law firm. It actually remains my favorite office job to date. I was paid (not a lot, but STILL) to answer phones, direct people to the bathroom, make PA announcements (which my friend Jenn and I would do in different hilarious accents), put on lip gloss and catch up on ALL my magazine reading. I LOVED working there.
Also, because I was front and center and 22, I picked up many a sexy young lawyer, one of whom I dated for months. He won me over with his shy nerdiness, wrapped in a handsome facade that he didn’t seem to realize was there. Seem being the operative word, of course. When I found out he was freely sleeping with the free world six months into what I’d assumed was an exclusive relationship (at least from a sleeping together standpoint–maybe because it was going on for SIX MONTHS), I realized he knew exactly how patently good looking and charming he was. So much so that he was literally and figuratively charming the pants off all the ladies in the Hamptons that summer–and I found out about it from a mutual friend. That’s Power of Attorney, friends. You think you’re the only one who’s onto this gem in the rough–the smart, nerdy guy who’s actually cute but is totally low key about it. But then you find out that ACTUALLY, he’s boning the whole island.
Oh. My. GOD. Horrifying!
oh, yes, i’ve experienced power of attorney! when i saw this on your blog, i knew what you were talking about before i even read it! about 15 years ago, i met him at a bar and he was apparently totally in love with me so i gave him my number. biggest mistake of my life! he came on with this shy boy routine with his blonde hair and blue eyes, sending me flowers constantly, because he was so madly in love with me and in 2 years he was going to st. louis for law school (we lived in indianapolis). the next three years are kind of blurry from my standpoint, he was sleeping with everyone down there, even going so far as to have his current whore go out to clubs with us (just friends, of course). for 3.5 years, i thought i was the only one, i never cheated on him, and it turns out, the only thing i got for my loyalty was a permanent STD!