ZoZuidAs is opgezet door drie jonge vrouwen. Temidden van turbulente tijden zijn wij onze carrière begonnen op de Zuidas als advocates en bankier. Het is geen Londen, het is geen New York, maar de Zuidas staat voor een beetje zakelijke glamour in de polder. Wij beschrijven wat er leeft op die vierkante kilometer kantoorspeeltuin bij het WTC, want we kennen het wel en wee van de Zuidas van binnenuit. De kredietcrisis liet ook de Zuidas niet onberoerd. Na 3 maanden dalende billables en dagelijks terugkerende hyvesmarathons, hadden wij tijd en inspiratie om onze habitat wat beter te bekijken. Onze observaties plaatsen we sinds 2009 online. Geniet ervan en stuur de posts door! Onze stukken verschijnen o.a. in Glamour. Voor tips en commentaar zijn we te bereiken via zozuidas@gmail.com







dinsdag 23 maart 2010

Applying To Be Your Trophy Wife


City girls know how to analyze a company’s balance sheet.City girls know how to draft watertight warranties. But when it comes to matters of the heart, they just can’t seem to seal the deal.

So I went on a date with another banker. A guy I met at a bar. Nothing new so far.

At the time I was mostly charmed by his geeky pick up line: “I just love computers, always have, always will. Since the age of seven, I have spent most of my free time programming.” Rainmen here had all the appearances of a quirky, trustworthy, yet attractive fellow. No STDs or nutty exes attached. He had me at Ctrl+Alt+Delete. I was logged on.

However, Rainman forgot to disclose that he is the son of a business tycoon, and heir to the bank’s emporium. Geek chic!

Consequently, pressure was on. Before I knew it, I could be applying to be the next Ivana Trump. Without ambition for a career as a jetsetting golddigger (and simultaneously with a sound foundation in commitment phobia), I was somewhat stiff on the chopsticks that first date.

Whilst contemplating whether it would be bon ton to stuff my mouth with a giant maki in its entirety, Rainman popped the question. How about my personal life - was I ready for marriage and kids anytime soon? Rainman turned into a one-man show called Who Wants to Marry a Millionaire!

The maki crumbled with my cool. It fell into pieces on my platter. It was a good thing that my mouth was stuffed with a fishy rice ball, for I would not have known what to answer. To that question, or any further question for that matter. All of a sudden, I was applying for the position of trophy wife. That’s not fair! You wouldn't apply at Microsoft without the proper preparation.

So I went silent. Neither was Rainman very talkative. A number cruncher and a terrified girl sharing sushi in silence. Sake was no option as we still had to drive.

How to break the silence? There is only one way to let a girl loosen up without a drink in that situation. Boys, man up: kiss the girl, seal the deal!

Life is all about seizing opportunities. As in traffic, hesitating in love can be fatal. Shyness grew into awkwardness, and I proposed to Rainman we call it a night.

So much for my future life as trophy wife.

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