“sex in the city”

It’s like the riddle of the Sphinx…Why are there so many great unmarried women and no great unmarried men?

I didn’t understand – did all men secretly want their women promiscuous and emotionally detached? — And if I was really having sex like a man, why didn’t I feel more in control?

Carrie:  Wait [knocks on window] - Have you ever been in love?
Big: [smiles] Abso-fucken-lutely.

“models & mortals”

“Modelizers are a particular breed.  They’re a step beyond womanizers, who will sleep with just about anything in a skirt.   Modelizers are obsessed – not with women – but with models, who in most cities, are confined to billboards and magazines.  But in Manhattan actually run wild on the streets, turning the city into a model country safari,  where men can pet the creatures in their natural habitat — as if we didn’t have enough problems.”

“I believe there is a curse put on the head of anybody who tries to fix up their friends.”

Big: First of all – well there are so many goddamned gorgeous women out there in this city
Carrie:  What an amazing observation.
Big: But the thing is this – after awhile, you just want to be with the one that makes you laugh….Know what I mean?

“Beauty is fleeting, but a rent-controlled apartment overlooking the park is forever.”
 

“bay of married pigs”

“Hampton house guests are always required to sing for their supper.  Brokers give investment advice, architects – design advice.  Single  people give married friends tidbits from their sexual escapades.”

He was like the flesh-and-blood equivalent of a DKNY dress - you know it’s not your style, but it’s right there, so you try it on anyway. 

As I sift through the rubble of my marriage skirmish, I had a thought – maybe the fight between marrieds and singles is like the war in Northern Ireland – we’re all basically the same, but somehow wound up on different sides.  Sure, it’d be great to have that one special someone to walk home with, but sometimes, there’s nothing better than meeting with your single girlfriends at the movies.

“valley of the twenty-something guys”

“Sometimes you need a second opinion - with doctors, real estate…men..”

How pathetic do I feel asking you if a guy kinda likes me?

Twenty-something guys always know the really important “b” people – bus boys…bouncers…plus, they have cute butts.

Men in their forties are like the New York Times Sunday crossword puzzle – tricky, complicated, and you’re never really sure you got the right answer.

“the power of female sex”

“I couldn’t understand a word she was saying, but I felt I had in my possession all the Italian I’d ever need to know – dolce, dolce, dolce.”

…but I rationalized that my new shoes shouldn’t be punished just because I can’t budget

Zhhean:  [french accent] Writing does not pay well?
Carrie:  No, no, it does, it does – I just have this little substance abuse problem…expensive footwear.

The next morning, I was brought back down to earth as I confronted that eternal puzzle – a closet full of clothes and nothing to wear.

“secret sex”

[regarding having sex on the first date with Big]  No, I don’t blame myself, I blame the dress, the Dress…the Dress led me on, had a life of it’s own.

That weekend, I was out with a man whose name I wanted to shout from the rooftops.

[to Big] You won’t introduce me to your friends, you bring me back to that restaurant where men take women they don’t want to be seen with, you won’t come out and meet my friends, you know, y-you have me in, in a niche - certain events, certain restaurants, certain people.  Like, like I’m only a particular fragment of the kind of person you think that you should be dating.

“the monogamists”

“The island of Manhattan is a cozy village populated by more than 7 million fascinating individuals who all behave like they own the sidewalk.  But lately, it seemed as if the entire city had been magically reduced to only two people – us.”

As I hung up the phone I realized I’d committed the cardinal sin – I’d forsaken my girlfriends for my new boyfriend.

“Well, she’s stunning.  And I should know ’cause she stunned me.”

I felt like a fool.  I had gone so far out on a limb with my feelings that I didn’t realize I was standing out there alone.

I’ve done the merry-go-round, I’ve been through the revolving door, I feel like I’ve met somebody I can stand still with for a minute, and …. don’t you wanna stand still with me?