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Certainly not every young finance professional fell under these categories, right?
The man I dated was handsome, smart, successful, funny, and boy did he know how to wear a suit.
I get it, the whole sweet and simple way of life can be enticing—but it’s not realistic.
Life is not all flowers and sunshine, and when the going gets tough, these guys often freeze, deer in the headlights style.
She still had disapproval written all over her face.
The thought of dealing with her for the rest of my life was a huge downer, so much so that when we eventually broke up I silently celebrated the knowledge that I was finally free from his mother’s clutches.
I kept asking him when he could come see me, and I always got “I don’t know when I can get off work, babe” or “I’ll see what I can do, ok?
” The relationship ended, and I was exhausted from my lack luster LDR.
That brought me back to the realization that money can’t buy class, and a good man treats everyone he meets with equal respect no matter their profession.
I’ve always shied away from the "finance guy." New York City is filled with them; suits tailored perfectly, cologne permeating the nostrils from 7 feet away, hair coifed entirely too much for comfort…need I say more?
After a string of artists and bohemians, I decided I was eliminating an entire breed based upon stereotypes.
We spent the entire camping trip swatting and jumping into the tent for protection against their bites.
Moral of the story: pretending for the purpose of impressing never turns out well.