Hedge Hotties should date Hedge Hunks. So i set off to after work drinks with one. Not bad, a nice outside winebar-restaurant full of suits and suidettes. A crowded winebar that is. So crowded that it is hard to locate my blind date! To a text message query he replies he’s at the bar. Great. So is 50 other men. (Not a bad thing in itself).
I guess hedge funds and chivalry don’t go hand in hand. Makes sense. I’d bed a shark over a starving poet, i get it. BUT. Most guys would have got me by the entrance from now. Second text his way – what’s he wearing. A blue shirt! Of course, i would be able to spot him because of this unique piece of clothing – not your regular office-wear! I’m ready to call it a night.
And then… i spot him waving and smiling. Ok, that’s sweet enough to keep me. After “hi”-s he seems a regular down to earth guy. Loves to laugh. A lot. And at all my jokes. Good. Right? I don’t even mind he doesn’t have one of his own to tell.
Next thing i know i see him checking his reflection from a table knife. Ok, he’s got some hedge in his teeth, i figure and graciously hand him my compact mirror. That starts a series of reactions. Winking, tie tuck, collar lift. And then out with the iphone pics. Bathroom mirror photos! Shirt off, not bad… oh that’s a little weird angle. Am i seeing his underwear? “It’s impossible for me to go unnoticed in the crowd”, “You sure spotted me a mile away”, “Don’t be shy, even i’d hit it”he’s all smiles and cellphone flash.
Great. I’d hit myself too. On to the next one, dolls!