A post-sorority girl in her early to mid-twenties, sports a Coach purse, oversized glasses and “Juicy” valor, seen en route to yoga (the easy kind), the day spa, shopping and then to Starbucks for a no whip, no foam, skim latte. She drives a Jetta (while sending a text message) to-and-from her overpriced studio apartment in Chicago’s Lincoln Park. Come sun-down, she scours the bars, Apple-Tini in hand, for a fiancé in the form of a day-trader, I-Banker or any other 6 figure income, generally named Chad or Todd and sporting a striped shirt.
Tad just proposed to some Lincoln Park Trixie he has known for 6 months. Yea the same one he met at a bar and cried for an hour when she spilled her Cosmo on her Coach purse.