Sex and the city

Chapter 26 How to Marry a Man in Manhattan - My Experience (1)
A few months ago, there was an announcement in the New York Times that Cindy Ryan (not her real name) was married.To the average person, this news may not be new.But for those who knew her, it was definitely breaking news.Cindy married herself off!At the age of 40!This is too inspiring!
Year after year, the leftover women in New York struggle tirelessly on the road to marriage, and Cindy is one of them.We all know people like that.They are familiar faces in the news reports, always attractive (but not necessarily beautiful), superior in ability, and have everything in the world they want-except marriage.As an advertising agent for a car magazine, Cindy was more capable than a man.She likes shooting and traveling, and likes all kinds of audio equipment.I heard that once when she was taking a taxi, she ran into a drunk driver.She flattened the man, threw him into the back seat, and drove to the airport by herself.She is definitely not that kind of delicate woman, but she is never short of men.

Whenever I meet her at a cocktail party, she's laughing and telling everyone about her latest affairs: some big guy got laid and disappeared; a guy recently bought a yacht; A famous painter who has to tease his ass with a paintbrush during foreplay, or he can't get an erection; a certain CEO always wears little mouse slippers when he's at home...

You are involuntarily fascinated by the world she depicts, both envious and disgusted by her.This woman, you'd think, would never be married, and only a bored banker in rural New Jersey would marry her reluctantly.Besides, she was getting older and older—too old to lose her teeth!
But when you go home and lie down in bed, things about her are always on your mind, leaving you tossing and turning, unable to sleep.You're worrying about your future, and in the end you can't help but get up and call your good sister, babbling like a little bitch, "Honey, if I end up like her, you'll shoot me!" Just beat me to death. You must remember!"

But no one thought, everyone was wrong.Cindy is married.The other person is not what everyone thinks, and she is happier now than ever.

So it's time for a change.Stop complaining that there are no good men in the world; stop checking your phone for a few minutes to see if a man has texted or called you; stop using Martha Stewart's chaotic relationship life as a role model, even if she is People magazine The cover celebrity.

Yes, it's time to find a man to marry in Manhattan, and it's not out of reach.Relax, you still have plenty of time.Martha, look at mine!

Three cashmere sweaters

One weekend in early autumn, it was drizzling.Kelly and Mr Big are at one of their favorite restaurants in Bridgehampton.There are a lot of people today, and the waiters they know are not there, and no one will reserve a seat for them.So they had to sit at the tiny bar, eating head to head.They planned to order four main courses and share them like Chinese food-the only time they had tried this fresh way of eating was on Mr. Big's birthday-but they found that they ordered completely Same.

"You don't mind?" Mr. Big asked.

"It's okay, I don't mind at all," Kelly said in a baby voice.They have recently become accustomed to speaking to each other in a strange tone, and they still enjoy it. "I'm too tired to manage that much—"

"I'm too tired—" Mr. Big also imitated Kelly and dragged out the ending.He touched Kelly with his elbow, and he poked her, laughing, "Beep! Beep!"

"Hey," she said, "this is the dividing line, don't come over!"

Mr. Big leaned over sharply, stuck his fork in Kelly's spaghetti, and whispered, "Score!"

"I'll give you a terrible death!" Kelly yelled too.

"Come on, hit me!" said Mr. Big triumphantly.Kelly slapped him hard on the arm, and he laughed.

"Where are you here!" A voice suddenly sounded from behind them.They turned and there was Samantha standing there, bulky, like three cashmere sweaters tied around her neck. "I'm sure you'll be here," she said. "Aha." Mr. Big replied noncommittally.Samantha and Mr. Big have never gotten along.Once Samantha asked Kelly why, and Kelly said that it should be because Big thought she was too mean, and he was afraid that Kelly would be influenced by her.Samantha snorted contemptuously, and said sarcastically, "Then you have to take care of yourself!"

Samantha started talking about her latest movie, and Kelly had no choice but to talk to her perfunctorily.But Mr. Big was not at all interested in the subject.Kelly even began to secretly hope that Samantha would leave soon so that she and Mr. Big could have a good chat about their latest passion—building a new home in Colorado someday.Kylie hates the way she values ​​sex over friends, but when you're really in love, a lot of things are out of your control.

idiots, idiots and idiots
"David did it!" said Trudy.She is the editor-in-chief of a girls' magazine. She is 41 years old, but sometimes she is as cute as a 16-year-old girl, with big blue eyes and smooth black hair.

Leaning back in her chair, she pointed to a bookshelf filled with photo albums. "I call that one 'Trudy and So-and-so,'" she said. "It had a picture of every idiot guy I ever dated. I like to organize things into categories.”

"I used to be very good at long-term relationships. I struggled to keep each relationship going for more than two years. Couples counseling, all-night talks, fights, fights—you name it. But one day I suddenly I've come to my senses. Why should I spend so much time trying to tie down a man who's in a hurry? And it's not my fault at all!"

"Then I set a deadline for myself. I said to myself, I'll just marry myself off when I'm 40. I was dating Davide at the time. He's 50 and he's dishonest. Me and him Said that I want to get married, he kept finding all kinds of excuses to perfuse me and coax me to stay by his side. He said: "Let's go to China to have fun first, and we will talk about it when we come back." Later we went to Venice, Living in the Gritti Palace, the wooden shutters are open to the Grand Canal. Then he said to me: 'Let's face it, you will never find a man in Manhattan who wants to marry. Why can't we just be together forever like this What?' After hearing this, I never saw him again."

Once back in Manhattan, Trudy dug through all her contacts and called every Manhattan guy she knew. "Yeah, every single man I've never even looked at before, the ones I thought were idiots, nerds, jerks, or bald men."

"My husband's name was on that list—and it was last," Trudy said. "I remember worrying and thinking, I don't know what to do if he doesn't make it."( That's certainly a humble statement. New York women know what to do no matter what happens to them.) Trudy had three dinners with her future husband (she didn't realize at the time that she was going to marry this people), and then the man went on a business trip to Russia for two months.It was early summer, and Trudy had gone to the Hamptons for the summer, completely forgetting about him—in fact, she had already started dating two other men.

Trudy smiled, looked casually at her nails, and continued, "He called me as soon as he got back from a business trip, and I started going out with him again. Look forward to it, be prepared to leave at any time. You can’t let men think you’re a poor and pathetic little woman who can’t live without them—the fact is that’s not the case, and you can live well without them.”

How do you get a Manhattan man to put a ring on you willingly?There are two basic principles. "First of all, you must be considerate," Lisa said.She is 38 years old and is a correspondent for a news program.Bretta said: "Also, you have to be able to hook their appetites, and you can't let them run away as soon as they get it."

For these women, age is actually an advantage.These four-year-old single women who have successfully established themselves in New York usually know how to get what they want.Age gives them experience and ability.Once they lock on the target, the candidate husband will not be able to escape easily.

"You have to consciously train yourself from the beginning," Bretta said. "I didn't know that I was going to marry this man. I just knew that I wanted him, and I wanted him by any means. I If you can say it, you can do it.”

"You can't be like those stupid girls who want to marry rich people." She added, "You have to take the long view and don't just settle for what you can get. Take Barry for example (her husband), He would never want a normal girl who goes his way. Anyone would be lucky to meet the man he is now - smart and caring and out of laundry and cooking Excuse me. And most importantly, this is what he hated most before."

Before marrying Barry, Bretta had a flirtatious past as well.Once she sent her date to fetch a pack of cigarettes for her in the cloakroom, and then sneaked out the back door with another man while he wasn't looking.But after meeting Barry, she decided that she must never miss this man. “I called Barry once from the top of the Aspen ski resort and I yelled at him for 10 minutes for asking another woman out for New Year’s Eve. Of course, I’d only known him for a month, but that’s how?"

After that, Barry realized how submissive he was to Bretta.Just two niggles—he still likes to stare at other women; and sometimes complains about not having a private space, especially since Bretta moved in with him. "As far as that goes, first of all, I've always made it fun for him to enjoy being with me," Bretta said. "I cook myself, and each of us gained at least thirty pounds. We drink, Make fun of the way the other party is drunk, and take care of the other party when they are drunk.

“You also have to surprise him so that he doesn’t tire of you. For example, when he came home and was surprised to find candles everywhere, I made him a delicious meal. Also, I have It's hilarious to have him in my clothes from time to time. You still have to keep an eye on your man though. It's true because he's not around you 80.00% of the time and only really pays attention when he's with you To you, so he has no right to think about other little bitches while eating with you. Once he was absent-minded while eating with me, I was so angry that I hit him on the head so hard that he almost came from I fell off the chair. I said to him viciously: 'Take care of yourself, put your tongue back, clamp your tail obediently, and eat honestly for me!'”

But in fact, keeping men is not so simple. "Women in New York don't care if your man is married or engaged," Bretta said. "They're going after them. You have to outshine them all. Don't slack off."

(End of this chapter)