I thought I get the career, then I find the woman,” Greenfield told The Post.“I’d trade it all in for a white picket fence, two kids, a dog. I’d take a ,000-a-year job, work until I retire.” “I’m not a bad guy. “It’s just a very frustrating thing.” As for the Manhattan matchmakers — who charge about ,000 per year — Greenfield said: “You pay them up front and they don’t provide a service. He would always come back with some minor, minor thing that the person wasn’t perfect.” Greenfield may soon try Serious Matchmaking’s Janis Spindel — who said she’s reluctant to take him on as a client because she’s worried that his dream girl isn’t in her database. “The target audience of what he needs is a teacher from the boroughs or a secretary. He’s a country bumpkin.” The former Wall Street trader lives in rural Plainview, Long Island, and says he doesn’t want to date a woman who is obsessed with her career.I showed up to the restaurant and gave them my name and they told me there wasn't a reservation under my name at all, so already I was like, "WTF is this guy's problem?
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I was worried that I'd be a horrible candidate for what I imagined was, "Well, he's technically alive and also has money? The odds that in two weeks, she had found someone who met my long list of very specific — and rare, as far as I've seen — requirements, in my age range and city, was deeply suspicious. The photos of the guy they found for me (Jeff, for the sake of this story) made him look like a 1980s teen movie villain who most definitely used the word "fag" liberally and popped every last one of his collars.