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Sex and the city  

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Sex and the city

       by Candace Bushnell

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Welcome to the Age of Un-Innocence.

 

It’s not just empty: It’s alluringly, temptingly, tauntingly, provocatively empty. It’s so empty that it’s more full than any other chair in the place.

 

It all started the way it always does: innocently enough.

 

The problem is, in New York, people self-select down to smaller and smaller groups. You’re dealing with a crowd of people who are enormously privileged, and their standards are incredibly high.

 

Better along than badly accompanied.

 

We all sat back smugly, sipping tea, like we were members of some special club. We were hard and proud of it, and it hadn’t been easy to get to this point—this place of complete independence where we had the luxury of treating men like sex objects.

 

There’s a thin line between attraction and repulsion.

 

Men promise things and don’t deliver.

 

New York is a place where people come to fulfill their fantasies. Money. Power. A spot on the David Letterman show.

 

Think of twilight at Oxford, riding over the cobblestones while a woman waits down by the Cherwell River, wearing a flowing dress, clasping a volume of Yeats.

 

There’s a freedom in being on your bike in the city. You feel like you’re floating above the masses.

The bike should radiate nostalgia.

 

“There is something Peter Pan-ish about it,” said Kip. “That’s part of the reason I don’t take it everywhere anymore.”

 

And then something happened. No one thought it would, but it did, which just goes to show that you can never tell about these things.

 

That was the great thing about not being married, not having kids, being along. 

 

“Can you touch your asshole with your dick?”

“Then I suggest you go fuck yourself.”

 

“But what makes you think I’d like your little paintings.”

“Well, you don’t have to like my paintings, you could just like me.”

 

You have to know the ropes and how to get out of them gracefully afterward. Otherwise, you’ll end up with something, but it might not be what you expected.

 

The sun is beginning to go down, and the grass has a particular green calmness.

 

It really hurt in a weird way.

 

The psyche of most New Yorkers cracks under the heat. Bad thoughts and bad feelings bubble to the surface.

In the heat, you can’t trust anyone, especially yourself.

In the heat, going outside is bad. But staying inside, alone, is worse.

 

“I can’t afford to do this.”

“You can’t afford not to.”

 

Most of the time, it’s never the way it should be. But once in a while, something happens and it works.

 

They drove through the tiny town, which was like a toy town lovingly placed by a child at the base of a Christmas tree.

 

It’s such a shame when people remember your plastic surgery and not you.

 

I’m aware of all kinds of things going on under the surface.

 

“I like it when men think I’m smarter than they are,” Sam said. ”Because it’s usually true.”

 

Isn’t a person allowed to be in a bad mood? It’s not the end of the world. Relationships are like that sometimes.

 

There was a time when we really were friends. When I felt like you understood my soul.

 

“I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“You haven’t done anything right, either.”

 

 

    (2014-02)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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