Dear Self,
The next time a guy approaches me for dating, I will stop and take time to look at the signature at the bottom of his emails. If it by chance reads:
Analyst
Investment Banking
I must pause and remind myself that:
A. He thrives on the male frat mentality
B. I will never see him except during the hours of 3-6am
C. When he does emerge from the desk, he will want to get bombed and/or laid by way of boasting about his corporate card (which also doubles as a handy tool to cut lines of coke)
D. He will be completely devoid of Vitamin D because he never leaves his office and, by his own admission, a soul.
You know what they say about hindsight!
