Her: A 24-year-old “regular at clubs in the meatpacking district” who “rich men naturally gravitate to,” and a former political volunteer who once blogged that “electric-blue suede pumps, a miniskirt, a blue sweater and Gucci bag can get you enough credibility with the Conservative camp to flirt your way into finding out their numbers two days before the election.”
Him: A 26-year-old investment banker whose clean-shaved head says, “I’m a dick, in and out of the boardroom,” and an amateur auteur who liked to make sex tapes in his “swanky Battery Park City pad.”
We know what you’re thinking because we thought it too — these two are such a perfect match! Right? Clearly, this is the type of couple who will be together forever, or at least until one of them goes to jail for securities fraud or expires during a routine liposuction.
But oddly, the union of these two lovebirds fizzled after just eighteen months and has now descended into allegations (by Lily) that David is going to release their sex tape. (He’s not, he tells the Daily News in an exclusive interview, “because I actually have a career and that could harm me.”) What went wrong? “They were very different people,” a friend tells the paper. Really? Are they sure? We just don’t know what to think. If these two can’t make it, no one can.
Party girl says she’ll sue hubby for threats to post sex tape if she doesn’t take lowball divorce [NYDN]
