Dating a banker anoymous
Turns out what really made him wise up was the fact that his firm had a suicide task force, to identify anyone deemed to be on the brink and pluck him or her off important projects before disaster struck.
As he pointed out, if your company feels there is a demand for a suicide task force, you have to wonder if you’re in the right line of work.
The cocktails and clubs, and zipping about overpriced, blinging restaurants in expensive world capitals! (Note: this may not be common to all investment bankers, but this particular IB stocked some kick-ass moisturiser in his otherwise empty apartment. His eternal absence took its toll – I took it as a warning signal when I began to count his secretary among my closest correspondents – and we parted ways most amicably, if over the phone (I couldn’t pin him down to a face-to-face, what with the markets how they were).
Though he may have been master of the universe, his life was at the whim of market forces, over which he lacked any semblance of control.
The club is putting on a month of consultations in the Square Mile and further afield in a bid to save the city’s love life.
Wereko-Brobby told The Capitalist that bankers are in dire need of help, as years of client outings have left them starved of “corporate creatives”; the ideal catch with a perfect combination of artistic flair and shedloads of money.
One anonymous banker, paying £200 per month, said the tailored service suited her busy schedule. This is more efficient for me.” And they say romance is dead...
My sister sent me a link to a New York Times article which I found as oddly addicting and bizarre as an issue of US Weekly.
You know, the kind that’s hand-crushed from virgin sea algae and is valued at about €50 a squirt? His job, or more accurately his life, went thus: Wake up. Free fancy face products can only go so far, after all, and I decided to call it a day.
The article is called, “It’s The Economy, Girlfriend.” The article highlights a group of twentysomething aged women in New York City who started a support group called “Dating a Banker Anonymous” and a blog.
The women who started DABA noticed their romantic relationships with investment bankers and traders tanked with the economy.
Ahem, but isn’t it these traits in ourselves that has us all riled up about them in the first place?
We always hear about these Wall Street dating horror stories.