As romance gets swiped from the screen, some twentysomethings aren’t liking what they see. It’s a balmy night in Manhattan’s financial district, and at a sports bar called Stout, everyone is Tindering. The tables are filled with young women and men who’ve my girlfriend doesn’t want to hook up anymore chasing money and deals on Wall Street all day, and now they’re out looking for hookups.
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At a booth in the back, three handsome twentysomething guys in button-downs are having beers. They are Dan, Alex, and Marty, budding investment bankers at the same financial firm, which recruited Alex and Marty straight from an Ivy League campus. Names and some identifying details have been changed for this story. Who’s slept with the best, hottest girls?
You could talk to two or three girls at a bar and pick the best one, or you can swipe a couple hundred people a day—the sample size is so much larger. Dan and Marty, also Alex’s roommates in a shiny high-rise apartment building near Wall Street, can vouch for that. In fact, they can remember whom Alex has slept with in the past week more readily than he can. Marty says, counting on his fingers. He says the name of a high-end art auction house. Asked what these women are like, he shrugs.