Sex and the city

Chapter 2 Cruel Education (2)
I totally understand his cynicism.Recently, I find that I don't want any troublesome relationships anymore.Because in the end, there are nothing more than two endings: step into the siege, or get nothing.

Skip took a swig of his wine. "I don't have a choice!" he yelled. "I don't want to be superficial, so I don't want anything. No sex, no relationships. Who cares about that? Who wants to get into STDs and pregnancies? These troubles are not on my head! I am free from illness, disaster, mental burden, and no superpowers to haunt me. It’s enough to just sit down and drink and chat with a few buddies honestly.”

"You are too extreme," Parker said, "it has nothing to do with money. Maybe we can't help each other financially, but if there is something else, we can support each other. True feelings will not cost you any money , but also give you a home to go back to, and someone to rely on. Your life is no longer alone.” He said while looking at his boyfriend.

I believe the only place to find true love in New York is the gay scene.The outspoken gay lovers remain passionate and love with all their heart and soul, while the straight ones keep true love on the shelf.The recent uproar confirmed my theory - a millionaire divorced his wife for a young man, and openly escorted his young lover to fashionable restaurants in Manhattan, without shying away from the gossip The columnists - this is true love!
Parker is another good example.He happened to be sick around the time he and Roger started dating.Roger came to his house to cook for him and took good care of him.This is unheard of in the "straight man" world.If a guy was sick and a woman he was dating tried to take care of him, he would absolutely panic - he would think this woman was trying to break into his life - there was no way!

"Love is not safe," Skip said.

"Because you know it is not safe, you will cherish it more and work harder to maintain and care for it." Parker responded.

"But feelings are beyond your control." Skip retorted.

"You're really out of your mind!" Parker didn't bother to talk to him.

Roger also joined the camp to persuade Skip, "What do you think of the old romantics?"

My friend Kelly chimed in, knowing this guy all too well. "I want to scream every time a guy claims he's a romantic," she said. When the fantasies diverge, he changes all over. These romantics are bloody. Just save yourself, and stay away from me."

"And what's more terrible..." Before she finished speaking, a so-called romanticist walked into the bar.

tacit
“Condoms kill romance, but this stuff makes it easier for women to spread their legs,” says a friend. “With condoms, women fool themselves into thinking it’s not sex—no skin-to-skin contact.” ?So finding a woman to sleep with has become a piece of cake."

Love in the Bowery Bar Episode [-]

Here comes our romantic - Barkley, 25, artist.He and Kelly once dated for eight days. They went out together, kissed passionately, stared deeply, talked sweetly and affectionately.Those 35-year-olds were sophisticated from head to toe, and Kelly decided it was time to try out younger men like Barkley—they hadn't been assimilated by New York for too long.

Buckley declares to Kelly that he is definitely a romantic. "Because I can feel it." He also told Kelly that he wanted to adapt Parker's novel into a screenplay.Kelly was going to introduce him to Parker, so even at this late hour, Buckley rushed to the Bowery Bar.

When Buckley appeared in front of the crowd, his eyes met Kelly's for a while, but both of them felt—they didn't call at all!Perhaps anticipating the inevitable silence, Barkley had the foresight to bring a young female companion—a strange girl with glitter on her face.

Barkley overheard our conversation.He sat down and interjected, "I absolutely believe in love. If it wasn't for love, I would be a lot worse than I am now. Everyone is incomplete, and people need a partner. Love makes everything more meaningful. "

"If anyone takes your love away, you're a complete idiot," Skip said.

"But you got your own living space." Barkley responded.

Skip described his ideal life: "Find a house in Montana with a TV, a fax machine, and a Land Rover, and life is complete and absolutely safe."

"But maybe by then you'll find that those things aren't what you really want," Parker said, "and you wouldn't be happy if you got them."

"Beauty is what I'm after. I just like being around pretty girls, there's no way," Buckley interjected, "so most of the women I'm looking for are stupid."

A mobile phone rang, and Skip and Barkley took out their mobile phones at the same time. "Your phone is too big!" Barkley said.

Later, Kelly and Buckley moved to Tano, smoking and drinking, looking at those handsome men and women.It wasn't long before Buckley was off with the girl in the glitter, and Kelly was hanging around with Buckley's buddy Jack on his arm.They danced until late, then staggered across the snow like madmen, trying to flag down a cab.Kelly couldn't even tell what time it was on her watch.

The next afternoon, Buckley called her. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked.

"What's the matter, you called me."

"I told you I didn't want a girlfriend, that would be asking for trouble. You know exactly who I am."

"Yeah, yeah, of course I know." Kelly was about to say, "I know you're a shallow, dirty playboy, that's why I'm with you." But she held back.

"I didn't sleep with her. I didn't even kiss her," Buckley explained. "I didn't take it seriously. If you don't want me to see her, I'm gone."

"I don't care at all." And the scary thing is, she really doesn't care at all.

They spent the next four hours discussing his paintings. "I could draw non-stop every day," Buckley said. "It's a lot more fun to draw than to have sex."

A man who doesn't "pretend"
"Besides work or work," said Robert, 42, an editor. "With so much going on, who has time for romance?"

Robert told me that he had been dating a woman before.He really did like her.But after a month and a half, he clearly realized that they could not have any results. "She always judges me with rules and regulations, like I should call on Wednesday and ask her out on Friday. But the problem is that on Wednesday I may be so bored that I want to kill myself, and God knows how I will be on Friday. She hopes Men are crazy about her, of course I understand. But I just don't love her that much, I can't pretend."

"Of course, we're still friends," he added. "We still see each other a lot, the difference is that we don't have sex."

The Narcissist at the Four Seasons
On Sunday night, I went to the Four Seasons for a charity dinner called "Ode to Love."Each table is named after a famous couple such as Tammy Fey and Jim Barker, Narcissus and himself, Catherine the Great and her horse, Michael Jackson and friends.Al Amato sat at the Clinton and Hillary table.The table decorations are carefully selected relevant items, such as Tammy Fey and Buck's table with false eyelashes, blue eye shadow and lipstick candles; Michael Jackson's table with a stuffed gorilla, and Poserlana Anti-Blemish Cream.

I was holding the cigarette and was about to take a sneak puff from behind a plant when Bob Pittman walked up. "Love isn't old, but smoking is old." He grinned at me as his wife, Sandy, stood beside him.Sandy said she was going to climb mountains in New Guinea, and expected to live there for a few weeks.

I went home by myself that night.Before I left, though, I was presented with a horse's jawbone—the one on Catherine the Great's table.

Love Finale at the Bowery
Donovan Rich finally leaves the Coppolas' table and walks toward us. "No," he added, "I'm a firm believer that love conquers all. Sometimes you just need to give each other some leeway." But Manhattan doesn't have that luxury.

By the way, Bob and Sandy are getting divorced.

(End of this chapter)