Single Girl Dating Diaries … Zoe C in NYC

By Zoe C on September 4th, 2009

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For the second installment of our “Single Girl Dating Diaries,” please meet Zoe C, an almost 20-something gal who is trying to make it in the big city. She’s not afraid to speak her mind and tell it like it is, so without further ado… please meet Zoe.

As I sit in my cubicle writing my first post, I’m in sort of a funk. For my day job, I work for the biggest A-hole at a big Financial firm. I don’t name names for fear of retribution so I’ll refer to my boss as Adam the A-hole from now on. This job currently pays for my crappy studio apartment that I share with my roommate, an artist, who somehow makes enough by bartending once a week at a stupidly popular club here in NYC, to pay for rent.

I’m 19-years-old, about to turn 20, and dropped out of NYU this past semester because I couldn’t afford to pay tuition. I’m supposed to be entering my junior year this coming fall and it looks like I’m NOT going to be attending. Totally sucks. I know what you’re thinking…ask your parents. Except they don’t have any money.

Anyway, I cocktail at this popular club on the weekends and it used to be good money before the Recession hit and now, its very sporadic. We used to get these big crowds of i-banker douchebags who would roll up with their “models and bottles,” and act like pigs. Frat boy pigs. But you know, if they’re slipping you 100 dollar bills, you’re not exactly going to be rude to them. Judge me if you want, but a girl’s got bills to pay. Funny story, but this one girl in my World Lit. class last semester actually stripped to pay her tuition and you WOULD NEVER GUESS THAT SHE STRIPPED. She always had the latest Marc Jacobs outfits and Chloe and Louis Vuitton everything. Hmm … I wonder if she was a friend of Eliot Spitzer before he got caught.

I was thinking about doing it too, but I don’t have a huge rack. Plus plastic surgery freaks me out, so I think the stripper life is not for me. Boo hoo. Anyway, I know that this first post has to be about dating, so I’ll get to the goods. I recently broke up with this guy that was supposed to be the love of my life except he’s completely changed for the worst.

Is it NYC? Is it the fact that he works for a hedge fund which was NOT AFFECTED by the recession? I don’t know. All I know is that this guy was supposed to be my future husband, someone who I was going to raise a family with Uptown while we summered in East Hampton with Diddy. A cheesy daydream, I know.

Then I found out he cheated on me with some skanky model. Wannabe model, that is. I think she’s done one print ad for Macy’s. Does that count?

I’m about to go drown my sorrows in cheap vodka from my fave bar in the Lower East Side. Pretty sad, I know, but apparently “Gossip Girl,” is shooting on the NYU campus tonight so I’ll have to run through the shot and disturb them. As you can tell, I’m not completely mature and am about to enter my 20s which is apparently the most difficult period of your life. Great.