I have the lamest project at work this week. I'm analyzing over 1,400 pages of attorney time entries from opposing counsel so that we can argue why their fees and costs are excessive an unnecessary. Yay for me.
There is a silver lining to this eyeball burning, headache inducing lameness, however. Today I called co-counsel about a question I had with the time entries. I dialed up his direct number. That's when the sexiest, deepest voice, with a hint of southern drawl, answered the phone. My pants almost melted off right there in my office. The voice that came over the phone was funny and nice and was laced with quirky idioms.
This is what he had to say about opposing counsel: "If dumb was dirt, he'd cover half an acre." and "two sandwiches short of a picnic."
Can you have a crush on a voice? Can you have a crush on someone you've never even seen? About an hour later, I was still thinking about that voice. So I called him back and asked him a question I knew the answer to just so I could hear him again (speak of unnecessary attorney fees)!
How much you want to bet that he's an old man with no teeth and a mullet?