Sex and the city

Chapter 23 Manhattan's Unsolvable Puzzle (1)
There are many sadder things in this world than being a 35-year-old leftover woman—for example, being a 25-year-old leftover woman.

Believe me, no woman wants to repeat that time. Being 25 means you’re always saying the wrong things, wearing the wrong clothes, getting the wrong friends, sleeping with jerks, roommates with whores, being ignored, getting paid cuts, getting fired—in short, no one takes you seriously.But this is the way to go.If you still want to know what life is like as a 35-year-old leftover girl, read on, young girls.

A few weeks ago, Kelly met Sissy, a 25-year-old floral design assistant, at an LV party.Kelly was planning to say something and planned to greet five people, but Sissy suddenly appeared from the darkness. "Hey hey hey!" she yelled.Kelly glanced at her, she yelled again, and then just stared at Kelly in silence.

Kelly was negotiating business with a book editor, but she turned around reluctantly when she saw Sissy like this. "What's the matter, Sissy?" she asked. "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing. How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, great," Kelly said.

"What have you been up to lately?"

"It's the same as usual." Seeing that the book editor was already showing an impatient expression, Kelly said hurriedly, "Sissy, I have to..."

"I haven't seen you for a long time," Sissy said. "I miss you. You know, I'm a big reader of yours—others say you're a slut, but I tell them: 'No, she It's my best friend, and she's not what you say. 'Listen, I'm defending you!"

"Thanks."

Sissy stood there again without speaking. "So how are you doing?" Kelly asked perfunctorily.

"It's fine," Sissy said. "I dress up and go out every night, but no one pays attention to me. Then I go home and lie in bed and cry."

"Oh Sissy," Kelly said, trying to find the words, "don't overthink it, it's only temporary. Listen, I have to go now..."

"I know," Sissy interrupted, "you don't have time to talk to me. It's okay, I don't mind. I'll talk to you later." Before Kelly could speak, she walked away on her own .

Sissy York and her best friend Caroline Everhart are both 25.Like most 35-year-old women these days, they came to New York for their dream future.

Carolyn Everhart, who moved here from Texas three years ago, now writes for a leisure magazine about great nightlife spots.She has a pretty face, but her figure is a little too plump.But she herself doesn't mind too much, after all, she hasn't reached the point of being called "fatty".

Sissy and Caroline were the exact opposite—blonde, skinny, with delicate but odd-looking faces.Nine times out of ten people don't notice her, and even she has no confidence in her appearance.Sissy works as an assistant to Yogi, a famous low-key flower designer.

Sissy came to New York from Philadelphia two and a half years ago. "I was like little Mary Tyler Moore back then," she said. "I even carried a pair of white gloves in my bag at all times like her. But in the first six months here, I almost never went out to play, and all I could think about was how to keep my job."

what about now? "We are not good girls. The word 'good girl' is insulated from us." Sissy said lazily, her tone was sexy and cold that is unique to the east coast.

"We hurt people all the time," Caroline said.

"Everyone knows Caroline's hot temper." Sissy testified.

"And Sissy doesn't know how to talk to others at all, and puts on a bad face to everyone."

arabian nights

Most New York women's friendships begin with a hatred for the same man, and Caroline and Sissy are no exception.

Before meeting Sissy, Caroline met Sam, a 42-year-old investment banker.Caroline ran into him every time she went out to play.Sam had a girlfriend at the time, a Swiss girl who wanted to break into TV.Sam and Caroline met again one night at the Cypress Bar.They both drank too much and talked for a long time.They met again one night later, and Caroline went to Sam's house and slept with him.After this happened a few times, the Swiss girl was, of course, out.

However, their relationship did not escalate.It's business as usual - meet up, get in bed.One night, Caroline helped Sam masturbate in the corner of the nightclub, and then the two ran to the alley, hiding behind the garbage cans and having crazy sex.Afterwards, Sam pulled up the zipper of his trousers, kissed her on the cheek, and said nonchalantly, "Well, thanks. See you later." Caroline grabbed a pile of debris from the trash can and threw it at him fiercely, loudly yelled, "We're not done, Sam!"

A few weeks later, Sissy saw two boys she knew and a man she hadn't seen with them at the Casera Femme restaurant.He looked shy, with a healthy tanned complexion, wearing a slim white shirt and khaki pants, revealing a perfect silhouette.Sissy began to seduce him actively.She had just had a new haircut, and she deliberately kept flicking the bangs on her forehead, sipping champagne, and staring at him.The guys said they were going to a girl's birthday party in SOHO and asked Sissy if they wanted to come with them.

All the way, Sissy was giggling and deliberately touching the man's arm.Finally, the man hugged her and asked, "How old are you?"

"24 is old."

"A good age!" he said.

"Just right? Just right for what?" Sissy asked.

"For me," he replied.

"So how old are you?" Sissy asked.

"36 years old," he said.Of course it's a lie.

Birthday parties are crowded, filled with kegs of beer and plastic glasses filled with vodka or gin.Sissy was drinking beer in boredom, when she suddenly saw a barrel-shaped monster moving towards her—a big girl with long dark hair, bright red lips, wrapped in a "long dress" of flower handle chiffon— —Cissy thought to herself: "Can that be called a skirt? It's obviously a large scarf... Could it be that the theme of today's party is Arabian Nights?"

Just when she was about to bump into Sissy and the others, the man Sissy was trying to seduce spoke. "Hi, Caroline!" he said, "love your new dress!"

"Thanks, Sam," said Caroline.

"Is that what the designer you told me about did?" Sam asked. "The one who'd make you a bunch of new dresses for free if you could have covered him in a magazine?" He smiled maliciously.

"Can you shut up?" Caroline yelled.She turned her anger on Sissy again, "Who are you? What are you doing at my birthday party?"

"He brought me here," Sissy said.

"So you came with someone else's boyfriend, didn't you?"

"Caroline, I'm not your boyfriend," Sam tried to explain.

"Huh, of course, you've only slept with me dozens of times. How was that time at the Systrom bar? The one where I masturbated for you. How was it?"

Sissy couldn't help but interjected and asked, "You actually helped him masturbate in the bar?"

"Listen, Caroline. I've got a girlfriend!" said Sam.

"She's already out. That's why your greedy little hands reach out to me again and again. You need me, don't you?"

"She's back," said Sam. "She's staying at my house now."

"You have a girlfriend?" Sissy interrupted again in surprise.

"You're disgusting to me!" Caroline yelled at Sam. "Take your little bitch and get the hell out of here!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Sissy kept asking Sam, from the stairs to the street.

Two weeks later, Caroline ran into Sissy again in a nightclub bathroom.

"I just wanted to tell you that Sam is looking for me again," Caroline said, wearing bright red lipstick. "He begged me on his knees to let me come back to him. He said I was super capable. "

"What ability?" Sissy asked while pretending to touch up her makeup.

"Let me ask you, are you fooling around with him?" Caroline put the lipstick cap on viciously.

"No!" Sissy said, "I'm not hanging out with anyone!"

This is enough.Caroline and Sissy became good friends as a matter of course.

"I hate Miami"

It was around this time last year that Kelly met Sissy.Kelly was bored alone in the Bowery Bar that night, and she was a little drunk.Sissy jumped out of nowhere, rushed to Kelly and kept saying "You are my idol", "You are so beautiful", "I really like your shoes, where did you get such beautiful shoes of" flattery.Kelly was carried away by the compliments. "I want to be your best friend." Sissy said in a pitiful and flattering tone like a kitten, "Can I be your friend? Please!"

"Listen, uh, what's your name?"

"Sissy, I'm Sissy."

"Listen, Sissy," Kelly said a little irritably, "you can't do this!"

"why not?"

"I've been in New York for 15 years. Besides..."

"Oh, okay." Sissy interrupted her in a low voice, "Then can I call you? I'll call you!" Then she ran back to the table she was sitting at and turned around. The head waved to Kelly.

(End of this chapter)