What I Learned Dating The 1%

Bridget's "Vintage" Writing Archive

Note: This article is about the relationship Bridget mentioned in her most recent Rogan episode.

Originally published March 19, 2016

Four years ago, I was sitting in a villa in St. Tropez. I had a private chef, a proper French maid, no financial worries to speak of and a doting man who literally gave me the world. I’ve mentioned before that I dated “Mr. 1%” - he was the one who screamed when he saw a mouse in Maui. We met while I was traveling around the world for two years, clicked instantly, and I became his travel companion for five months.

It was fucking torture. Sitting on the balcony, overlooking the yachts floating on the Mediterranean, sipping Dom Pérignon, I felt absolutely miserable. My anxiety level was at an ALL-TIME HIGH. Remember this moment, Bridget. Remember it well. Here you are. At the top of the human pyramid, and you’re completely depressed.

My cage may have been golden—but it was still a cage.

Here’s what I learned dating The 1%: