The Investment Banker 2

The Investment banker who by the way claims to be half French, and half Spanish, but looks like he may be of middle eastern or west Indian descent told me that he wanted to take me to dinner. He texted me and told me he would pick me up at 6:30. Pretty early, so luckily for him I have a flexible schedule. He arrives right on time and I go downstairs where he is double parked waiting for me in his Range Rover. He told me he wanted to take me to one of this favorite places but it happened to be in Queens. Thank God I brought my passport and he was driving because otherwise I wouldn’t have gone. So we arrive at this little spot called “Pio Pio”. It’s a Peruvian spot and we were seated right away. The place was really loud but the food was really good and so was the Sangria. The table was tiny and he literally ordered everything that was on the menu because I made the bold statement earlier that I could “out-eat” him. I didn’t even make a dent in my pile of food. So after dinner, we left and the view of Manhattan from the bridge was stunning. He was telling me about his new apt and how he got California closets installed, etc. I pictured his place to be your typical NY bachelor pad with the cheesy leather couch, and the bad lighting, but he surprised me when he said he had a red sofa from pottery barn. He asked if I wanted to see his place. At first I said no, but was curious and justified stopping by since it was on the way to my place. OK, not at all what I was expecting or hoping. It was smaller than I’d imagined and it looked a bit like temporary housing. It was quite sterile and not so lived in. The furniture was ill placed, no color or art on the walls, and a really tacky rug that was entirely too big for the space. Of course I told him ALL of this and he said, to my shock and amazement “ I’ll give you a budget and you go and pick out what I need to decorate the place”. Lol, like I have time for that, but I figured it might be fun and hey I could pick up a little something something for myself while I’m at it. So while I was inspecting the apt, he decided he would try to distract me by pulling me over to his red PB sofa. At this moment, I knew what was up. He wasn’t that slick…so yea he tried to put the moves on me. I obliged and kissed him back but tried to turn the focus back to why I REALLY came there, and it certainly wasn’t to make out! Then he asked if I wanted to see the rooftop, so we went upstairs and he showed be around only long enough to try and put the moves on me yet again. What is up with this dude I was thinking. He had his hands all over me and in some inappropriate places where I had to remove his hands. So I tried to focus on the view, which was stunning by the way. He was like, hey if you and your friends ever wanna come over and hang out on the roof, I’ll give you a set of keys..LOL Wow, he decided after one date that I was worthy of keys. I must hand it to the guy, when he knows what he wants, he goes after it. Guess that’s why he’s so successful at what he does, but little does he know that he has to invest a lot more than a dinner in Queens to get me to give up my goodies….

Wardrobe: Wide leg denim trousers, yellow thrift store blouse, Green and Grey Chanel pumps