The year is 1992. Dominick, a 24-year-old commodities broker, is standing on the floor of the New York Mercantile Exchange (NYMEX). The heating oil ring is a cacophony of activity: shouting traders, hand signals flying left and right and the clamor of ringing phones and electronic beeping. Dominick’s heart pounds as he watches numbers flash across the ticking board above. "Sell! Sell! Sell 100 contracts at $22!" he shouts, his raspy voice rising above the din. He locks eyes with another broker across the ring who nods in agreement. Just like that, he’s made his first big trade on Wall Street.
After the closing bell, Dominick and his posse of well-tailored traders walk to Harry's at Hanover Square. The atmosphere is electric—buzzing with brokers who share war stories from the day. They pound shots of tequila, celebrating Dominick’s win, before walking over to Delmonico's for dinner. “Where to next, boys?” he asks, topping off a bottle of Château Margaux. The group ultimately decides on Limelight, and the former church is packed with an eclectic crowd from Wall Street types to fledgling artists and models. And then, just when he thinks his day couldn’t get any better, he sees her: black leather jacket over a floral dress, loose blonde waves falling over her shoulder. Little did Dominick know that this was the woman he would marry four years later.
At this point, you’re probably wondering: What does a fictional tale from 1992 have to do with dating today? Well, the story above is loosely based on my parents (though, my mother would never be caught dead wearing floral and leather). They met in the ‘90s, when the stock market was booming and the nightlife bustling. And while the heating oil ring and Limelight may be relics of the past, I predict that this summer is about to look a lot like the heyday of our parents. Welcome to 2024’s dating bull market.