"I like my women like I like my loafers: expensive, fit, and more often than not, with a bit of bling around their necks. They're probably my two favorite things in the world, women and loafers," writes the blogger behind Leveraged Sellout. And what he really enjoys each summer is the finance-world interns: Slightly stupid, starry-eyed and a little bit easy. Wherever can men such as him find women such as them?
Summer interns beam proudly when they're out at someplace like Bowery Bar, the South Street Seaport, or that horrendous bar in the middle of Union Square; they're almost endearing all lined up drinking Rum & Cokes or Long Island Iced Teas or god knows what. They will also spend a fair amount of time at the Hudson Hotel, Maritime, and waiting in line outside the Gansevoort, but the summer intern will, unequivocally, wet his pants and leave the bar/club scene behind if he even hears mention of a "rooftop party" (2 Gold! 45 Wall! et.al.).
It goes on, but you get the point.Sheer Suckers [Leveraged Sellout]
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