Saturday, October 4, 2008

The Investment Banker 3

So for my birthday, the investment banker, who by the way, I’m growing increasingly annoyed with and cant figure out why I even respond to his text messages but anyway, back to my story..He decides to invite me to brunch for my birthday aka cheap date. For someone with $$ he is awfully cheap. We went to local place in the East village called Westville. Wasn’t impressed by this place, or anything it contained. In fact, it was probably the driest turkey burger I’ve had in my entire life. So he picked me up as usual and asked me if I wanted my gift before brunch or after. First of all, why did he get me a gift? I was puzzled by this. He didn’t know me well enough to know what I even like. So I told him after. He actually mentioned that he had 2 gifts for me. I wasn’t excited because I knew it wasn’t shoes. Yes I asked him if it was shoes…lol So we finish our borderline shitty brunch and we go back to his car so he can drop me off. I told him I had a photo shoot at 4:30 (he thought we were going to spend the day together) He probably should have asked first ahead of time instead of assuming that bullshit. He said he would drive me to the photo shoot and would wait while I gathered a few things at my apt. So before I headed up to get my stuff, he reaches in the back seat to give me my gift. And guess what it was…a box of fucking panties from Victoria’s Secret. OK first of all, this was ONLY the 3rd times I’ve seen this man in my life. Secondly we have NEVER slept together nor are we in a relationship so the fact that he gave me lingerie and had the effin balls to tell me he wanted me to try them on for him was retarded and incredibly inappropriate. I looked at him and asked him if he was out of his mind! He didn’t get it. And on top of that, which was even more insulting was that he didn’t even have enough sense to know that Victoria’s secret isn’t good stuff. I mean he makes enough $$ to afford La Perla or agent provocateur, but no. He gives me cheesy panties from VS that were too big and in styles I would never select for myself. I was pissed so I asked him about the 2nd gift he said he got for me. LOL and guess what this jackass said! Oh it’s at my place and you have to come over to get it. Does he think I’m retarded? I would never go back to his place again after he tried to get into my pants on our first date. I was grossed out but still let him drive me uptown to the shoot (it was raining and I was wearing the Chanel Ostrich heels) At every stop light, he became even more annoying and gross by grabbing me and trying to make out with me. I had enough and finally had to be a total bitch with him and tell him not to fucking touch me. So we get to the shoot location, and I make him come up with me because I knew that if I had him just drop me off, he would have tried to kiss me again and I wasn’t having it. So we go up, he meets my amazing photographer friend and gives me a hug goodbye. Now he’s asking to see the photos. Holy hell!

Wardrobe: dark skinny jeans, Chanel heels, button down shirt

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