So the other night my buddy (aka boss) and I went out to this happy hour for my school’s real estate club. I wasn’t really into the crowd in attendance as much as I was into the venue for this happy hour. It was at a place called Nobu in and very high end/trendy section of Dallas. We arrived, took our places at the bar, and noticed the small amount of people hanging out. So we asked the bartender for a better spot, he happily suggested the Ritz Carlton Residence, which is about two blocks away. So we took a cab over there and was immediately impressed with the people.
We found two gentlemen at the bar and we started to engage in conversation. They happened to be established real estate developers, older (at least 55), and married. Our entire conversation was about the industry and just them giving us good advice; it wasn’t about them necessarily hitting on us or vice versa. However, it was obvious they appreciated our good company. During this intriguing conversation here comes a young blonde, skinny, with huge breast implants walking into the bar area; and immediately the gentlemen ceased all conversation. I mean seriously, they couldn’t even finish their sentence. So my friend and I looked at each other, like okay- can we move on?
One of the guys jokingly mentioned he’s a sucker for a blonde every time. I’ll admit she was very well put together. Not so much as beautiful, but it was obvious she had good taste by the choice of her attire. Not to sound vain, but I’ve never had a guy just stop talking to me and stare at another woman. I mentioned all of this not to mend my ego; but once again “Blonde Becky” will some how intercept my actions whether its professionally or and I guess now personally.
I guess this episode just made more aware of my competition when it comes to men, especially since I happily date all kinds of men….