Pocketchangenyc dating

Anyway, I was able to make it home a bit early yesterday for Pocket Change New York, a speed dating event by Pocket Change for “Rich Guys & Hot Girls.” Shallow? But honestly, it’s not the easiest thing in the world meeting a girl when you’re working as hard as I do. Slightly late, but getting out “early” wasn’t apparently early enough to make up for my cab driver’s excessive sloth.

And frankly, it’s nearly impossible to meet someone new when the (stretched) radius of your circle of friends only extends out from “finance” to “consulting.” While consulting bitches do tend to be kind of freaky, I figured that it’d be nice to see what a fashion designer, PR chick, or a model would have to say about my new, elevated post within the business world. IIT really needs to open a school for cabbies, because these Sanjays we’re getting really aren’t up to snuff.

Upon inspection, it turned out that the majority of the girls were much more scantily dressed and slightly less beautiful than I had originally anticipated. Or perhaps it was the fact that throwing a “model” event during fashion week is not terribly pareto efficient (could have for sure been better off)—kind of like having the NFL Pro Bowl on the same day as the Superbowl.

Still, however, the girls were hot (perhaps just a bit more dirty hot than beautiful).

“Find me when you’ve got an answer.” And she tapped me on the shoulder a few times affectionately and left.

For the record, I did take home a model last night, but the only thing I could think of was Lauren.

All accessories from Reidel scotch glasses, to the hand carved ice balls, to your own custom crystal cocktail glasses are on point.

Great drinks start from great ingredients and Glen has their own supply of bottled mineral water and purification system in addition to a special Japanese slow high freeze ice maker which creates exceptionally clear ice.She was delicate about it, and I pinched just firmly enough that I could see her shudder visibly as my general vibe of badassedness flushed through her body—a svelte one draped in a gold gown.It was immediately obvious that Lauren didn’t belong.Sure, I’ve felt girls speculate about me based on what club I’m at, my clothes, etc., but even associate magazine editors can get some decent gear on or wherever the hell and show up at Pink Ele.The fact that my wealth had been notarized by this lame group of party promoters, though, officially turned the tables.