legal bob knows how

So I have this married student named Bob. Bob is my student because he has severe short-term memory problems, along with some crazy ADD. He talks about these things all the time, and laughs and laughs about them. He says, "It drives my wife crazy that I am so confident. I'm really overly-confident. I can do anything." He says while NOT doing his homework in our session. Oh, he is so easy to distract. I ask a question, and he has a really long answer: for everything. The bad part is that I want to hear what he has to say.

So this kid, Bob, is going to law school in one year. After his mission, he was a salesman. Sometimes he tells his salesman stories, and relates them to missionary stories. Sometimes he'll say, "And that's when we had money." To some people, "money" means two and a half thousand dollars. To Bob and his wife, pre-Katie/daughter, "money" meant going to Disney World every day for thirty days in a row. "Money" meant going to Disney World, Universal Studios, and other places just to shop and eat at the restaurants there. He wasn't kidding about having "money." Now he has no desire whatsoever to go back to Disney World.

He quit his job as a salesman. He said he couldn't handle the guilt of scamming people every day. His boss said, "Do we need to pay you more money to keep you here?" Bob said there is a point when money doesn't even matter anymore. I told him how some people think "money" means $2,500. He says he made three grand a week. Now, he is here in Rexburg, as a poor father and student. I'm so glad he is.

Bob always has some argument to give, or anecdote, or explanation to explain. He is an extremely confident man. Yet, he loves what I have to say on his papers. He doesn't really spend time complimenting me. And sometimes, his arguments could be seen as cocky, and I will say something like, "I didn't know that..." or, "no, I don't think I try to one-up guys." He will say something like, "I'm sure you don't, even though you have plenty of reasons and probably opportunities to." He is cocky without being obnoxious, and while appreciating my intelligence.

Bob always gives me a daily tutorial on his iPad, but ends the mini-lesson with why Macs aren't better than PCs. He always teaches me things.

Today, he asked how my day had gone, and I told him about how both Jamison and Andrew ditched me at Devotional. He asked if they had cars: he asked if I knew how to slash tires. He said he would slash them for me. He has my back, he says. I take this a a huge sign of acceptance. He taught me about how stalkers stalk people who only pay them half attention. He thinks I should try this, paying only half attention to Andrew. I told him I already revealed my hand, I played the cards. He says it is never too late to play this game. What do I have to lose? Andrew texted me during our session. I told Bob, and then Andrew texted me again. Bob was like, "See!!!! It's working already. I'd now wait an hour to text him back." So I did.

Bob always teaches me things. I'm not trying to tell you I'm secretly crushing on a married man: not happening. But those are some of the best five hours of the week: I'm getting paid to help this guy with his school work. I'm getting paid to get legal/business/communications/computer/lovelife help from legalbob. I'm so excited. What a great end to a rather gross day.