Remember the story of the married banker who fell so hard for his analyst that he creeped her all the way to London and sent her enough texts to fill up War and Peace? Well, you should, cause it was yesterday. But if you missed it, fear not. There is always another too-desperate-by-half banker right around the corner.
Allow me to introduce you to Mike. He's a New York asset manager who went on a date with a young lady named Lauren. Mike obviously felt there was a deep connection; Lauren, well, not so much. When she wouldn't call him back, Mike did what any socially retarded banker would do - he Googled her deep (we're talking like Page 5 deep) to find her email address, and then sent her a 1,600+ word missive detailing her shortcomings and audaciously asking for another date.
He accused her of leading him on by saying provocative things like, "It was nice to meet you" at the end of the date. She teased him all night with the "highest per-minute eye contact" he'd ever had on a date. And get ready for this: she played with her hair. Yeah, that's right, played with her hair. She might as well have been naming their future kids, for chrissakes.