Dating a banker anoymous
Even when his company knew better, they often forged ahead anyway, because they’d only be compensated if the deal closed.And like one of David’s clueless clients, it wasn’t until the eleventh hour that I realized our relationship was not in my best interest. Rather than being honest about his qualms over our age difference and the long distance, he removed himself from my life rather abruptly when he decided at the last moment that we shouldn’t be dating.To be clear from the beginning, there are times when there is nothing you can say. Stop saying that only phone calls are meaningful and that texting doesn’t count. Phone calls are hard sometimes and be pleasantly surprised when they come, but never sit by the phone and wait for them. And more importantly, they are often just setting themselves up for frustration and disappointment. Being with you (as long as the two of you are not fighting and you're not whining about missing a dinner reservation), is infinitely better than pulling an all-nighter at the office.Times when its so bad that anything you say could actually trigger him and make him angry because he is so sleep deprived. i Message, SMS, Whatsapp, Twitter, Facebook Messenger, Email, Snapchat, Skype. Bring him his favorite food on a night you know he's staying extra late.Instead of assessing suitors’ traits based on their personality, we look toward what they can offer us, or worse, toward their earning potential.“It’s like investing in a stock,” said a fiscally conservative male friend—he and all my other friends asked if they could be anonymous so that they could speak more freely.I went back to dating finance types and he pursued his passion for jazz guitar. But though I had learned by then that love is not quid pro quo, I soon found that my summer love thought differently.Out of curiosity, I asked him once if he wanted to go back into investment banking after business school. “Sometimes you push through deals that aren’t always the best for the clients,” he explained.
He treated our relationship like a business transaction.The difference between us was that I was concerned about first impressions, even if it meant that I held back on acting like myself.He may not have been particularly polished, but the trade-off was that he possessed a certain aura of authenticity missing from the Harvard guys I’d gotten used to.On our first date, he casually tossed around the word “fuck,” which seemed unimaginably crude to me until I realized that I used the word all the time.While I was wearing what could be called an outfit, he was dressed in a baseball cap, T-shirt, and jeans—a get-up that never varied on our subsequent dates.