Yale Law School meets Sex and the City

We had a link to this story in yesterday’s Non-Sequiturs, but since it touches on the salacious and Yale Law School, we’ve decided to revisit it.

New York Magazine has a “Sex Diaries” blog, where average New Yorkers chronicle all things sex over the course of a week. For the most part, not as interesting as you think it would be. Except for this one: The Single College Girl Obsessed With a Yale Law Student. (Honestly, it’s only interesting to us because ATL is a salacious legal blog.)

A 20-year-old NYU student writes about her summer encounter with a Yale Law summer associate. We’ve done our best to cut out the boring stuff:

7:30 p.m.: Best friend gets a call from an acquaintance inviting us to a party at her older brother’s apartment. He goes to Yale Law School — we’ll be there.

11:05 p.m.: Party is okay. Talk to some fellow Ivy Leaguers who spurt intellectual justifications as to why they’re using their education to make exorbitant amounts of money for themselves rather than bettering society.

11:37 p.m.: Introduced to acquaintance’s older brother. He mentions something about opera, and I feign interest because he’s pretty cute. He then proceeds to quiz me about some esoteric English composer in order to make me sound and feel like a total idiot. Determine that he probably wants in my pants.

Is that how most YLS men court the not-yet-of-drinking-age ladies?

12:32 p.m.: Sick of staring at the phone waiting for him to call. It’s just that he’s so perfect. No one’s perfect, but he comes pretty close: intelligent, Jewish, tall, cute, and working as a summer associate at a serious law firm where he’s guaranteed a job when he graduates. I’ve hooked up with some pretty good catches in the past, but this guy seems to have the whole package.

Would it disappoint her if she knew that a high percentage of YLS kids choose clerkships and government jobs over corporate law? More after the jump.

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She’s no Carrie Bradshaw, but we are moderately amused by her take on Ivy League mating behavior:

10:45 p.m.: While waiting for my Internet date, I get a call from Yale Law boy! We make plans to hang out Thursday after he’s done at the firm. In true lawyer fashion, he completely dominates the conversation and doesn’t allow much out of me besides a few giggles and a “sounds good.”

We disagree with her assessment of “true lawyer fashion.” That sounds more to us like “true Yale male behavior.”

6:30 p.m.: Yale Law boy calls — he’s caught up at the firm and doesn’t know when he’ll be done. I try to play it cool. He promises to call if there’s any chance of him getting out. Wonder if he’s lying.

9:15 p.m.: Phone rings. He apologizes and suggests that I come over.

10:45 p.m.: After playing Jewish geography and boring me to death about corporate law and litigation, he suggests we head up to his bedroom to “watch TV.” He can barely find the remote before we’re on top of each other….

12:10 a.m.: He puts me in a cab but doesn’t offer to pay. This bothers me. Am also bothered by the fact that he was more interested in talking about himself than getting to know me. It was really more of a hookup than a date, come to think of it. Oh well, I like his sarcasm and his skin touching mine — I can get past the arrogance.

Yale Law School. The ultimate aphrodisiac.

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The Single College Girl Obsessed With a Yale Law Student [New York Magazine via Gawker]