Is there anything more contrived than a mixer between fashion girls & banker boys? I mean, don't get me wrong, I've dated my fair share of bankers... but I found them the old fashioned way. Like, by walking down the street, or into a bar, or anywhere in Murray Hill/Midtown, or on a Friday night, or in the subway. I mean, it's fucking simple. In fact, I basically majored in bankers the first few years in New York.
Let me save these chicks a few years and a few tears - in general, they're super fun, but don't you dare give them your heart. Not until they turn 32, at least.
http://nymag.com/daily/fashion/2011/05/bankers_disappointed_by_lack_o.html
*scorpio*
About Me
- Knockout Blondes
- Two five-ten blondes fighting against the stereotype to find love, success, and a way to pay the rent. *** We're passionate about our seriously stressful careers in the apex of the luxury fashion world. (No, it's not like the Devil Wears Prada- our Devils only wear custom and pay for their anonymity.) *** We're on the search for the elusive 'great' guy (who must be intimidated because we can't find him anywhere). Being 5'10" and blonde is a double-edged sword. Our stories are fucking ridiculous. *** Fortunately and unfortunately for us, we share the same story as millions of women who have been violated: we are determined to make a difference in the lives of women who have seen too much. *** WELCOME TO OUR WORLD.
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Thursday, May 12, 2011
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