"My friends always joke that I'm going to marry a 90-year-old Pulitzer Prize winner. I love smart, intelligent men. That's the number one thing that keeps me interested. I mean, it's great to go on a few dates with somebody who's gorgeous and doesn't have anything else to say, but intelligence is the most important thing to me in the long-run - and a sense of humor doesn't hurt."
Though I adore just about everything about Her Trumpness, from her work ethic to her articulate, ladylike demeanor to her elegant taste in fashion (I choose to ignore the fact she's an alumnus of "the athlete's Ivy"), I don't quite agree with the 25 year old's view on the ideal man. Here, below, is how I would have made that same comment had I been the one interviewed by People magazine at the "Dressed to Kilt" fashion show Monday night at Capitale in New York City:
"My friends, family, acquaintances and complete strangers would bet their bank accounts on the prediction that I'll have a long-term, unmarried relationship with a man old enough to be the elder colleague of my father's. I love a brilliant, ambitious, debauched man whose irreverence in private, if made public, would get him fired in an instant from the job that keeps him out of my Fekkai-conditioned hair 12-14 hours a day. The ability not only to trump but encourage the elevation of my own offensiveness is the number one thing that keeps me interested. I mean, it's great to go on a few dates with a nice somebody who's looking for a suburban wife with boring underwear who isn't inclined to discuss in a loud whisper with her dog what that woman over there was thinking when she left her house looking and smelling like a bursting eggroll, but in the end, finding my male equivalent - a completely self-absorbed, sharp-tongued Republican with impeccable grammar, Southern-boy manners and a kind heart - is the most important thing. Good hair and a tolerance for reduced closet space don't hurt, either."
9 comments:
I just wish Ivanka would stay away from the hair extensions. She has nice hair, she doesn't need them. As for your man description, you made no mention of money...hmmmm.
As hard as it probably is for you (not just you, Brooke, but all of you) to believe I'm not a gold-digger, I'm truly not. I'd take a guy who was brilliant and could make me laugh at all times of the day over money in a heartbeat. Not saying a non-rich guy wouldn't motivate me to earn more myself, but hey, a girl's gotta have her shoes and DVF, doesn't she?
You're right about the hair extensions, by the way...
she's no gold digger. as someone who dated her for a good long while and who's known her for almost a decade, I can attest to that.
she may have champagne tastes in clothes, but show me a girl who doesn't?
back when I knew our editrix, however, she was still a makeup amateur and hardcore tomboy. oh, how the times do change people...
but you're sexy as ever, doll!
You're funny. But c'mon--an older man wouldn't really satisfy a woman as intense as you clearly are. And even if he did now--you'd get bored with him. Maybe you should give younger guys another look!
I don't consider age and intensity mutually exclusive properties. Some of the most intense people I know are in their late forties.
I've given younger men the better part of my 14 years of dating. I'm sure there are exceptions, but for the most part, sorry boys, not interested.
Age/intensity might be somewhat related, but I've met too many young sloths with no ambition nor direction and too many active, working 12 hours a day middle-aged men that put into question the strength of that relationship. My parents are 23 years apart (his second marriage, her first), and my mom truly keeps my dad young.
I've got your back, girl. All the way across the pond.
Well, all I have to say is late forties is way too old for you. I've looked this blog over--carefully--and it's clear to me that you'd wear out a geezer that old. If not now, then soon. Oh, fashionista with your exciting "unmentionables," acid wit, gorgeous legs, marathoner's endurance and all-around half-Asian hotness--try mid-thirties!
Yes, this is a proposition.
ooooh, a proposition! do it! do it! do it! and then tell me about it later!
mid-thiries? hmmm, Han, even *I'm* dating someone older than that.
I'm with you on the older man front. All the way.
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