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—Iz (I forgot to tell you that in lieu of “Izzy,” I also respond to “Goddess,” “Dream,” “Enchantress,” and, you know, “Knock-Out.” ;-)
Sent:
Friday, February 15, 2008 at 5:10 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
My “Goddess”—
I was actually 5th row at the Ryan Adams show at The Fox last month. He’s such a jerk, but he makes incredible music. To quote Office Space,
“I celebrate his entire catalogue.”
“La Cienega Smiled” was one of the first songs I learned to play on my (Martin) guitar. If you are lucky (and if I’ve had a few Jacks and Diet Cokes), you just might get a performance later.
I look forward to your call. ;-)
—Marty!
Sent:
Friday, February 15, 2008 at 6:12 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
5 more points for quoting Office Space. How ’bout that stapler?
5 more points for seeing Ryan Adams a.k.a. “The Jerk.” I, too, was seated near the front, maybe Row 10?
10 points for playing the guitar. Yes, I’m a typical girl in that regard … duh. A guy with a guitar is … well … “you know.” ;-)
Talk to you Sunday,
P.S. You’re gaining points left and right. I’m starting to feel behind!
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Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 11:45 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
What Are My Chances?
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So … I figure I might as well try, at the very least, to convince you to go out on a date with me before your Bar Exam … C’mon, one cup of coffee?
—Iz
What are my chances, Goddess?
—Marty!
Sent:
Wednesday, February 20, 2008 at 1:15 AM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Seriously …
Can you hurry up and take your test already so I can take you out on a date?
This is getting ridiculous.
Nah, just kidding, I’ll be patient.
I’m thinking happy thoughts for your studies and your immune system. Hope you are feeling better. I really enjoyed talking to you on Sunday—even though it was brief.
Cheers,
—Marty
Sent:
Wednesday, February 20, 2008 at 9:20 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
LOL. I’m workin’ on it!
Test is next week. Cold is gone. 85% up to speed again. Should be 100% by this weekend. Can’t wait to fly to SF on Sunday and see my folks!!!
Have a good weekend yourself. Don’t work (party) too hard.
Talk soon,
—Iz
P.S. Patience is a virtue, so “they” say …
Sent:
Friday, February 22, 2008 at 6:33 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Have a safe trip to the West Coast. I expect a phone call promptly upon your return to set up our celebration of your passing of the CA Bar.
I’m off to see Kate Nash at the Variety Playhouse with some friends. Talk later.
—Marty!
Sent:
Saturday, February 23, 2008 at 4:45 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
10-4. Although I won’t actually know if I pass until MAY 17th when the results come out, but don’t worry—I’ll know in my gut as I’m taking the damn thing. Hope you enjoyed the concert. Will call next weekend.
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Saturday, February 23, 2008 at 11:55 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
One Night Left …
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I was thinking that it’d be a brilliant idea if you spent your last night in town letting me take you on a first date somewhere fabulous instead of studying. I mean, one can only study so much. I think that you would be over-studying by studying the night before you depart, thereby decreasing (perhaps even destroying) your chances of passing this 37% pass-rate test. All that said, I say we go out on the town tomorrow and grab a steak, a glass of full-bodied Cab, toffee bread puddin’ … or, perhaps, we go for sushi instead as I read an article in Newsweek the other day that fish increases brain power (who would’ve thunk it?).
Whadya say, My Goddess?
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Sunday, February 24, 2008 at 2:13 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Stir Crazy
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I’m going stir crazy out of my mind from studying for two months straight, and I just can’t study anymore! Want to grab a cup of coffee this morning before I head out? I figure what the hell—at this point, I’m either going to pass this test or I’m not. And, I thought … I don’t know … for some reason, the night before I head to SF, the one thing I want to do is … well … meet you …
Crazy, huh?
—Iz
Izabell_Chin I am so over studying for the Bar Exam. Will someone please rescue me?
3:58 AM Feb 24th via twitterfeed
Sent:
Monday, February 25, 2008 at 9:06 AM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
I’m excited. I’ve got some friends coming down from Kentucky this Fri through Sun.
If you do get back in town by Sunday afternoon, there’s a show I’d love to see that night (after my friends leave) … Matthew Perryman Jones is playing at Eddie’s Attic in Decatur. He plays a mean acoustic guitar, and would be perfect for a laid-back Sunday night.
Interested?
I’m thinking happy thoughts for you and your test.
—Marty
Sent:
Monday, February 25, 2008 at 3:30 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Laid-back guitar on a Sunday night sounds great! Count me in. Keep your fingers crossed for me tomorrow thru Thursday. I’ve just eaten sushi with my folks—fish, you know, is brain food. I need all the help I can get at this point!
Let’s touch base Sunday afternoon. I’ll call you on Friday to let you know if I survived. If you don’t hear from me … you may want to send out a rescue team. ;-)
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Monday, February 25, 2008 at 3:31 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Wow
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How in the heck did you know about the fish being brain food???? I never sent that email about it … Did I?
Sent:
Thursday, February 28, 2008 at 6:04 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Thanks for the cheery VM today. It’s OVER. I am so lo
oking forward to laid-back guitar on Sunday!
The test was hard, but not impossible. I’m thinking I passed. The multiple choice nearly killed me and resulted in my drinking three glasses of red wine the night before the third and final day, which prompted me to make silly phone calls to my best friend, Peter, in Atlanta and bore him out of his mind with my revelations on life, but … you know … other than that … I think I passed. We shall see.
Have I mentioned how excited I am for Sunday?!
—Iz
Sent:
Thursday, February 28, 2008 at 7:31 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
No problem, it was my pleasure to cheer you up after that, what did you call it, “damn test.” I am also celebrating that it’s over, because I finally get to take you out on a date! No man has ever waited this loooooooonnnnnngggggggg … See you Sunday!
What’s your address? I’ll even pick you up beforehand, how’s that for chivalry?
—Marty!!
Sent:
Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 2:02 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
My address is 215 12th Street NE, Apt. 309, Atlanta. Call my cell if you get lost. Can’t wait!
Sent:
Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 2:04 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Oh, and did I mention how much I’m looking forward to this??? ;-)
Sent:
Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 2:05 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Me, too, m’dear!
Sent:
Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 2:16 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
I’m assuming the dress code is casual, right? Jeans and a sexy black top?
Sent:
Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 2:18 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
Ummm … sexy … black … top … yes … that works for me …?
Skip the jeans though. (kidding)
Sent:
Saturday, March 1, 2008 at 2:20 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: 485 Points
OK. Sexy black top it is WITH jeans. ;-) See you tomorrow around 7ish.
Izabell_Chin I am looking forward to Sunday night!
2:35 PM Mar 1st via twitterfeed
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Sunday, March 2, 2008 at 4:46 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Tonight
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Hey Marty,
I really hate to do this, but I can’t meet you for a drink tonight. Ugh. How do I put this? Lordy. You see … I … don’t even quite know how to explain this … but I guess I’ll just say it like it is and be blunt about it: I made out with my best guy friend (Peter) this afternoon. I don’t know how it happened, but it just did. And, I’m slightly confused about it, to be honest. I’m very confused. While I really want to meet you for a drink, I think it would be unfair to him and to you (and to me) if I did that. This said, I’m sorry, but I have to cancel. I can’t pursue this any further at the moment, because I need to figure out what in the heck happened with my best friend and me.
I’m really sorry. I was so much looking forward to meeting you as you seemed … well … perfect.
—Iz
Sent:
Monday, March 3, 2008 at 9:01 AM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Tonight
Hey Marty,
First, again, so sorry for canceling last night. I’m not a flake, I promise! Like I said, something came up at work that I couldn’t avoid.
Second, I’m def free tonight if you still want to meet up for drinks. I was going to suggest Tap which is conveniently across the street from where I live and work. ;-) But, I’m also willing to travel to meet you, no worries.
Sorry again for canceling,
—Iz
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Monday, March 3, 2008 at 3:01 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Tonight
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Dear Izabell,
While I appreciate your e-mail, I must confess that you threw me for a loop last night when you called to suddenly cancel. I was really disappointed and, at first thought, took you for a flake. However, after carefully thinking about it, I realized that you can’t possibly be a flake—until this point, you haven’t demonstrated any “flaky” qualities (and I’ve dated a bunch of flakes so I would know). And, I do understand that you had a big project come up at work. I get it—you’re a lawyer. These things happen. So, yes, I’m up for rescheduling, but I do want to let you know how disappointed I was. I was really looking forward to last night.
Still,
—Marty!
Sent:
Monday, March 3, 2008 at 3:31 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Tonight
Flaky Goddess Iz (kidding)—
These things happen.
Tap sounds great. 8 PM?
Looking forward to finally meeting you …
—Marty
Sent:
Monday, March 3, 2008 at 3:40 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: Tonight
8 PM is perfect—gives me time to actually put on a pair of jeans so I don’t have to show up in my legal suit (not to be confused with your “leisure” suit).
In case you can’t find me, I’ll be wearing a purple pea coat. Oh, and I’ve gained about fifty pounds and now have red hair (kidding—I’m the same as I’ve always been).
Thanks for being so understanding about last night—first drink’s on me.
Sent:
Monday, March 3, 2008 at 3:45 PM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
Re: Tonight
Purple pea coat … gotcha.
I’ll be wearing velvet chaps. And, that’s all.
I’ll be making that first drink a double. If it’s free, I’ll make it count.
See ya tonight.
—Marty!
Sent:
Monday, March 3, 2008 at 3:55 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Re: Tonight
Velvet chaps? Then, MY first drink is going to be a double as well!
—Iz
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Monday, March 3, 2008 at 7:40 PM
From:
Izabell
To:
Marty
Subject:
Ugh
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Hey Marty,
I just can’t meet up with you tonight. I haven’t been fully up-front about what’s been going on in my life the past twenty-four hours. I�
��m really sorry, but I just can’t see you. I feel horrible about canceling again. But, it’s the only right thing for me to do.
I think.
Please don’t hate me,
—Iz
SMS From: Izabell (Mobile)
March 3, 2008 7:51 PM
I’m walking into Tap. Are you here yet?
SMS From: Marty (Mobile)
March 3, 2008 7:52 PM
Am indeed here. Walk around to the other side of the bar, and you’ll find me. I see your purple pea coat—nice.
SMS From: Izabell (Mobile)
March 3, 2008 7:53 PM
And I see your velvet chaps … No, wait, that must be someone else. ;-)
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Tuesday, March 4, 2008 at 2:23 AM
From:
Marty
To:
Izabell
Subject:
The One
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Dear Izabell,
Wow. I’m sitting here in my living room, drinking a Jack and Diet Coke, and thinking to myself: That was the best first date of my life.
What happened tonight? Did you feel it, too? Am I crazy to be saying this? You are The One for me. There is no doubt in my mind. I know it’s absurd to be thinking these things after just one date, but I’ve always believed that when a person knows—they just know.