I Asked A Finance Bro To Mansplain The Global Stock Market Crash
As I sipped my cosmo and stared at him from across our dimly lit table in the West Village, I couldn’t help but feel the gum-chewing girl in my ear, obnoxiously repeating, “finance… trust fund… six five… blue eyes…”
Okay, he was more like 6’2”, but after six, who’s counting? If I can look up at him in my Jimmy Choos, color me satisfied. You’re probably not shocked to hear that I, too, have been disappointed with the dating pool. So here I was, on a quintessential date in New York City with a man who could probably give Patrick Bateman a run for his money (the income, not the axe-murdering part). The biggest complaint with my dates has been that men don’t seem to want to lead conversations, and call me old-fashioned, but I like a man who takes charge, even conversationally.