Sex and the city

Chapter 37 The End (1)
"Hey, come on over to the party," Samantha Jones called Kelly from a gallery in Soho. "I haven't seen you in hundreds of years."

"I don't know if it will work," Kelly said. "I told Bigger I was going to make him dinner. He's away now. He's at a cocktail party..."

"He's out to play and you're waiting at home? Come on," Samantha said, "he's a big kid and can feed himself."

"And plants."

"What plant?"

"It's the kind of potted plant that grows at home," Kelly said. "I know it's weird, but I've been obsessed with it lately. Some plants only have leaves, but I don't have that kind of plant. I just like flowers."

"Flowers," Samantha said, "so cute." She laughed and said, "Get a taxi. It's only half an hour, maybe 45 minutes at the most."

When Kelly arrived at the party, Samantha said: "It's so well dressed, like a news anchor."

"Thanks!" Kelly said, "This is my new look - the little bird's submissive wife route." She wore a light blue coat, a skirt to the knees, and 50 feet on her feet. Satin high-heeled shoes that were all the rage in the era.

A waiter came by with a glass of wine. "Champagne?" Samantha asked.

"No, I'm going to quit drinking soon," Kelly said.

"Very well, your glass is mine." Samantha took two glasses from the waiter's plate.She looked at a tall blond girl not far away, and motioned to Kelly: "See that girl over there? Her life is perfect. She married Roger at the age of 25, the man next to her Yes, a screenwriter. The last three films he wrote are all very popular. He is very nice, smart and funny, and very sexy. The girl is like us, not a model but she is very good-looking. She married Luo After I got married, I had nothing to worry about, I didn’t have to work, I had two children, a nanny, a high-end apartment in the city center, and a house in the Hamptons... nothing to worry about.”

"so?"

"That's why I hate her," Samantha said, "but she's nice."

"Of course, life is so smooth, how can people be bad?"

They looked at the girl.She greeted her guests appropriately, chatting and laughing with all kinds of people, whispering and giggling now and then.Her clothes are impeccable, her makeup is impeccable, her hair accessories are impeccable, and she exudes a relaxed state of mind that comes with a sense of superiority.She looked up, saw Samantha, and waved to her.

She came over and asked Samantha enthusiastically, "How are you doing? I haven't seen you since the last party."

"Your husband is a big shot now," Samantha said.

"Yeah," she said, "we had dinner with that so-and-so last night." She named a heavyweight Hollywood director, "I know you're not a groupie, but this kind of thing is exciting." Said while looking at Kelly.

"How are you doing?" Samantha said. "How are the kids?"

"Wonderful! I recently raised money to make my first documentary!"

"Really?" Samantha tugged the bag over her shoulder and said, "What subject?"

"Those female candidates in politics this year. I have persuaded several famous Hollywood actresses to narrate me. Several big TV stations are also eager to buy out the right to broadcast this movie. I guess I will go to Washington for a while So I told Roger and the kids that they had to learn to live without me."

"How can they get used to it?"

"Well, Samantha, that's the question I want to ask you too." The girl said, "I mean, if it weren't for marriage, I wouldn't be able to do this movie at all. It's Roger who gave me confidence in myself." Yes. Every time something goes wrong, I go to his office and complain to him. Without his help, I would definitely be devastated. I really don’t know how to solve those problems by myself, or where I have the courage to take risks. I I really want to ask how you girls do it, you have been single for so many years, you have to do everything by yourself."

After the girl was gone, Samantha couldn't wait to complain: "It's disgusting...how can she have money to make documentaries? She can't do anything!"

"Everyone has a little something special about them," Kelly said.

"Rogge will definitely need someone to accompany her once she leaves," Samantha said, "I really want to marry such a man!"

"What kind of man do you want to marry," Kelly said, lighting a cigarette. "A married man?"

"You're annoying," Samantha said.

"What are you doing now?" Kelly asked.

"Dining with people..." Samantha said the name of a well-known artist, "What about you? Going home?"

"I told Bigger I was going to make him dinner."

"Make dinner? You're so cute..." Samantha said.

"Yeah yeah..." Kelly said.She put out her cigarette, pushed open the revolving door, and walked out.

love?so stupid

This week means a lot to Samantha. "Have you ever had such an experience, I don't know how to say it, that is, you go to a party and every guy wants to chase you." Samantha asked Kelly.

At a party, Samantha bumps into a man she hasn't seen in seven years.Seven years ago, every woman on the Upper East Side saw him as the man of their dreams—handsome, wealthy, in a good family, dating supermodels.And now, he says, he wants a serious relationship.

At the party, he takes Samantha to the corner.He seems to have had a little too much to drink. "I've always thought you were beautiful," he said, "but I'm a little scared of you."

"Afraid of me?" Samantha laughed.

"You're smart and tough. I'm afraid you'll tear me to pieces."

"You mean you think I'm a bitch?"

"No. I just don't think I can keep you."

"what about now?"

"I do not know."

"I just like when guys think I'm smarter than them," Samantha said, "because it's true."

They went to dinner together and drank some wine. "My God, Samantha," he said, "I can't believe you're here with me."

"What's wrong?" Samantha raised her cocktail glass.

"I've been reading about you in the papers. I've been trying to reach out to you. But then I thought, you're so famous now."

"I'm not that famous," Samantha said. "I don't want to be famous at all."

They start flirting.Samantha felt between his legs, it was a big one. "It's so big it makes you horny," Samantha told Kelly. "You can't wait to have sex."

"So did you do it?" Kelly asked.

"No," Samantha said. "He said he wanted to go home. He called me the next day and said he wanted to get serious. Can you believe it? How stupid!"

Talking parrot
Kelly and Mr. Big go to Kelly's parents' house for the weekend.Everyone was busy in the kitchen, and Mr. Big quickly got involved. "I'll make the sauce," he said.

"Don't mess it up." Kelly came over and whispered to Mr. Bigger.

"What's wrong with my sauce? I'm fine with it," said Mr. Bigger.

"Last time you made it with whiskey or something, it was awful."

"That's what I did," her dad said, coming up.

"Oh, sorry," Kelly said, "I misremembered."

Mr. Big said nothing.The next day they returned to New York and dined with some of Mr. Big's friends, couples who had been married for several years.Someone started talking about parrots, and everyone wanted talking parrots.

"I once bought a parakeet for ten bucks at Woolworths and taught it to talk," Mr Big said.

"A parakeet can't talk," Kelly said.

"He talked," said Mr. Bigger, "and he said, 'Hi, Snippy.' Snippy's my dog."

On the car ride home, Kelly said: "That can't be a parakeet, it must be a starling."

"I say a parakeet is a parakeet."

Kelly snorted contemptuously. "Stupid, everyone knows parakeets can't talk."

"It did." Mr. Bigge lit a cigar.Along the way, they never said a word.

do not do that

Kelly and Mr. Big went to the Hamptons for a week.Spring has not yet arrived, and the cold weather is depressing.They lit a bonfire, read books, and rented DVDs to watch.Mr. Big only watches action movies.Kelly used to watch it with him, but she doesn't want to watch it with him anymore.

"To me that's a waste of time," Kelly said.

"Let's read then," said Mr. Bigger.

"I'm tired of reading. I'm going out for a walk."

"I'll come with you," Mr. Bigger said, "after I finish the picture."

She sat down beside him, sulking.

They went to the Palm restaurant for dinner.When Kelly talked about something, Mr. Big said, "Oh, that's silly."

"Really? It's funny that you call me stupid. I'm a lot smarter than you," Kelly said.

Mr. Big laughed. "You'd be a fool if you really thought that."

"You'd better not mess with me," Kelly warned Mr. Big angrily.She was so angry that she didn't know who she was anymore. "If you dare to mess with me, I will destroy you. I am very happy."

"You're too young to play with me," said Mr. Big.

"I don't think so. Haven't you noticed by now?" She wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Stop it," she said to herself, "stop it." Finally she said out loud, "Sorry. I'm so emotional."

The next morning, when they were back in New York, Mr. Big said, "Go ahead and call you later."

"Call?" Kelly said. "You mean we don't see each other tonight?"

"I don't know," said Mr. Bigger. "I think we should cool down for a few days until you get better."

"I've recovered," Kelly said.

Kelly couldn't resist calling Mr. Big when he was at work.He said, "I don't know what to do." Kelly said, "Come on, idiot, everyone has a bad day. It's not the end of the world. Sometimes it happens when two people are together. I've Sorry."

"I don't want to argue with you anymore."

"I promise I'll be good. I'm gentle now, aren't I? Look, I won't lose my temper."

"Well, it seems so," he said.

when bigg was away

time flies.Mr. Big is on a business trip.Kelly was alone in his apartment.Stanford Bratch came over a few times, and the two of them smoked weed and drank whiskey and made brownies and watched retarded movies like high school kids whose parents weren't home.They've made a mess of Mr. Big's apartment, and of course there's the cleaning lady who comes in in the morning, kneeling down and laboriously cleaning the juice stains off the white carpet.

Samantha Jones also called several times.She told Kelly about all the fun parties and dinners she'd been to lately, about interesting and famous men she'd met. "What are you doing?" Samantha always asked, and Kelly always replied, "Work, work all the time."

"We should hang out, Bigger isn't home anyway..." Samantha said.But she has always just talked, no actual action.After a few times, Kelly didn't want to answer her calls.After that, Kelly felt bored by herself again, so she offered to ask Samantha to have lunch with her.It was a great atmosphere at first, but then Samantha kept talking about her latest films and her big-name collaborators.Kylie also talked about what she is currently doing.Samantha said: "It's so cute. It's such a fun idea."

Kelly said, "What's cute?"

"It's just cute, it feels so lighthearted. You know, at least not in Tolstoy's style."

"I don't want to be Tolstoy." Kelly said so, but of course she wanted to write weighty works in her heart.

"Well then," Samantha said, "hey, I've known you for so long, I should tell you the truth, and you shouldn't be mad about it. I'm not attacking you personally."

"Really?" Kelly said. "I doubt it."

"Besides," Samantha said, "I guess you're going to marry Mr. Big soon and have some kids. Come on, everybody's going to be jealous."

"So I'm lucky?" Kelly said, getting up to pay the bill.

"I want to know the truth"

Mr. Big is back from a business trip, and he takes Kelly to St. Barts for the weekend.

The first night there, Kelly had a dream that Mr. Big was having an affair with a dark-haired girl.When Kelly went to the restaurant to eat, she saw Mr. Big with the girl. The girl was sitting in Kelly's seat and was kissing Mr. Big. "What's going on? What are you doing?" Kelly demanded them.

"It's all right," Mr. Big said.

"I want to know the truth."

"I'm in love with her and we want to be together," Mr Big said.

(End of this chapter)