Sex and the city

Chapter 8 The Last New York Passion

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Samantha Jones enters the Bowery.She's a filmmaker in her mid-40s.As always, we're all staring to see who she's bringing this time.Samantha is usually accompanied by at least four male companions, and our game routine is to bet on who can guess who her real boyfriend is.In fact, this bet is not very interesting, because her boyfriend is easy to spot-the youngest one every time, and he must not lose his looks to the handsome Hollywood kid whose last name starts with "B".The little boy will either sit there with a smirk on his face (if he's only been with Samantha for a few days), or he'll sit there with a bored look on his face (if he's been with Samantha for a while). for a while).If it's the latter, then he must know that everyone here doesn't bother to pay attention to him-who would want to waste time on a man who will be a thing of the past in two weeks?

But we all adore Samantha.First of all, there are few women who can still fascinate a 40-year-old boy at the age of 25; secondly, Samantha has opened up a new way of life for New York women.Successful single women in New York City originally had only two choices: Either they hit the wall in despair every night, racking their brains to marry themselves; Like men, they only want sex but not love.Otherwise they have nowhere to go.But Samantha showed them another possibility.

Today, all women in New York face this problem.For the first time in Manhattan's history, there were grown women with as much power and money as men.They also have the confidence to live a wonderful life without a man-of course, their sexual needs are another matter.This paradox has been a focal topic for us.The last time we met for afternoon tea at the Mayfair Hotel, my friend Kelly—a journalist in her mid-thirties—decided to put it into practice—only power, not love; pleasure.The results of her experiments seemed to be doing well—or just about.

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"I feel like I'm turning into a man," Kelly said, lighting her No. 20 of the day.The restaurant waiter came to ask her to put the cigarette out, she muttered: "Why, I didn't affect others." But she still threw the cigarette on the carpet and stomped it out.

"Remember the time I slept with that dude named Du Lu?" she asked.We nodded in unison.We were so impressed with Dulu.Because she hadn't slept with a man for months before that, we were all relieved to hear about it. "It turned out I didn't feel anything after that. I said, baby, I'm off to work, just keep in touch. Then I left him behind as soon as I walked out."

"Er, how would you like to feel otherwise?" Magda asked. "Men don't have an ounce of affection, and I've never felt anything else after sex. Of course, I'd like to, but I don't and I don't. how is everything!"

We reclined comfortably in our seats, sipping our tea proudly, as if we were members of some secret club, cold-blooded, independent, and proud.It is definitely not easy to treat a man as a sex toy without showing any real emotion!You have to work hard, you have to endure loneliness, you have to take care of yourself no matter what happens, and you have no shoulders to lean on.

"Well, I think it's the aftereffect of being emotionally hurt," I said, "every man just ends up disappointing and hurting you. After doing this a few times, you don't dare to invest in the relationship again. There is no hope. No disappointment, thank goodness as long as life goes on."

"I kind of think it's hormones," Kelly says. "I went to the salon the other day for a deep treatment—they kept saying I had bad split ends. I was bored, so I grabbed a copy of Cosmo Magazine. There is an article about male testosterone in women. It is said that women with high testosterone levels are more aggressive, have more successful careers, have more sexual partners, and are less willing to marry. This news is so comforting—— Make you feel like you're not an outlier."

"It's just a lie to get you to work with men," Charlotte said.

"Men in New York can't wait," Magda said. "They don't want to have a relationship with you, but they don't want you to be with them just to have sex. They're all against you, and none of them are going to follow you." meaning come."

"Yeah, come to think of it, if you called a guy in the middle of the night and said, 'I want to go to your place,' would he just say yes?" Kelly said.

"The problem is that it's not just about sex — there's a whole lot of trouble before and after sex," says Charlotte.Her only criterion for an ideal lover is sexual prowess.But even a woman as free-spirited as she is can be troubled.Her latest trophy is a poet who is very good in bed, but he "hugges you every day to eat, chat, and talk to you about the most serious things."Recently, he finally gave up calling her. The trigger was "he insisted on reading the poems he wrote to me, and I refused to let him live or die."

"There's a thin line between attraction and repulsion," Charlotte went on to complain, "as soon as a guy starts wanting you to see him as a boyfriend instead of a sex toy, they start to be annoying."

I asked her, what method does a woman need to use to really only want sex but not love like a man.

"Either you gotta get used to being a whore," Charlotte said, "or you gotta act flawless, like those sluts, who are sweet and decent 24 hours a day. But usually it doesn't take long for you to show up , and the men would be taken aback."

"Why are you pretending to be sweet at this age!" Kelly said. "So the only way left is to be a bitch," said Magda, "but there is another situation you didn't think of."

"What?" "Go with the flow and fall in love."

"I wouldn't," Kelly said.She's wearing an old Saint Laurent jacket and jeans, and she's lounging on the back of her chair, her legs crossed like a man's. "I'm going to stay firmly on the right path and be a real bitch."

We all looked at her and laughed wildly.

"What's wrong?" she asked. "...Aren't you now?"

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With a learning mentality, Kelly watched "The Last Temptation" at three o'clock in the afternoon.She had heard the film was about a woman who was after only money, sex and power.She has a tight grip on all the men she meets, using them and torturing them without feeling a lick of guilt.She doesn't pretend to be devastated like most women, asking herself hypocritically: "My God, what have I done?" Kelly almost never goes to the movie theater-her irascible mother Said that only poor people would throw a lot of annoying children in the family to the cinema-so it was a big deal for her to make up her mind to go to the cinema.It was late when she got there, and the waiter told her the movie had started.She responded confidently, "Fuck you, I'm here to study—you don't think I'm just here to watch the movie, do you?" As she walked out of the theater, Linda Frantino's orgasm was in her mind lingering - she drags a guy she just hooked up in a bar into the parking lot to have sex with, her hands clinging to the barbed wire... oh so tight... as if that's what the movie is all about content.

With that on her mind, Kelly absent-mindedly bought two pairs of strappy sandals and stopped by the salon for a short haircut.

Kylie attended designer Joop's cocktail party on Sunday night.Here, there are beautiful cars, wine and wine, guests are warmly greeting each other, and charming gay guys are chatting and laughing—exactly what you would imagine a designer party.Even though Kelly had to get up early for work the next day, she knew she'd be as drunk as usual.She didn't want to face the quiet room and cold walls at home, she hated going home alone at night, and she didn't want to sleep alone.

In the middle of the reception, Joop's champagne "just happened" to run out.Disgruntled guests banged on the kitchen door, begging the waiter for another glass of wine.While Kelly was chatting with a man, another man walked past them, smoking a cigar.The man next to Kelly was immediately attracted: "Ah! Who is this guy? He really looks like a younger version of Ron Perelman... no no, he's even more handsome than when Ron was younger!" "I know he is Who," Kelly said. "Who?" "Mr. Big." "Oh, I know, but I keep getting him mixed up with Perelman."

"Make an offer," Kelly said. "How much are you going to give me if I go to strike up a conversation with him?" After cutting her hair short, she seemed to be a different person, and she was keen to try things that she hadn't been interested in before.The boys stared at her and laughed, saying, "You're so crazy." She brushed her hair out more fluff without caring.

Kelly had met Mr. Big once before, but she knew he must have no impression of her at all.She was in her office for an interview with Inside News about a piece she had written about Chihuahuas.Mr. Big came into the office and started talking to photographers about how Chihuahuas were all the rage in Paris.Kelly, on the other hand, bent over and tightened her bootlaces.Back at the reception, Mr. Big was sitting next to the radiator in the living room. "Hi!" Kelly walked over to say hello, "Remember me?" From the look in his eyes, she concluded that he had no idea who he was, and waited to see how he would resolve the embarrassing situation.

He calmly smoked his cigar, lowered his head to flick off the ash, then turned his face to look at her fixedly, and said, "Too fucking familiar."

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For the next few days, Kelly didn't meet Mr. Bigger again.But at the same time, something else was happening.She ran into a writer friend whom she hadn't seen in two months.

He asked, "How have you been? Looks like you've changed quite a bit."

"is it?"

"Looks like Heather Locklear. Have you got your teeth fixed?"

Then she went to Elaine's restaurant.A big-name and popular author—a big shot—gives her the middle finger and sits down next to her—Kelly has never met him before.

He said: "In fact, your heart is not as strong as it looks on the outside."

"What did you say?" "You walked in like you were saying that you're superb in bed." She was about to ask, "Really?" But she laughed and said, "Maybe I'm really That way." He helped her light a cigarette: "If I sleep with you, I guarantee that our relationship will become permanent. I'm not the type to run away after a one-night stand."

"Honey," she said, "then you've got the wrong guy."

Kylie then went to the premiere of a movie starring Peggy Siegel.There she met a heavyweight filmmaker—another big shot.When she hitchhiked him to the Bowery, she found Mr. Big just there.

Mr. Big came and sat beside her, leaning comfortably against the sofa, almost touching her body.

Mr. Big asked, "What have you been up to lately?"

"You mean besides going out to play every night?"

"Yes—what do you do?"

"That's what I do," she said. "I'm doing a study for my friend on women who, like men, don't want sex—I mean sex with men without emotion." woman."

Mr. Big glanced at her. "But you're not that kind of person," he said.

"Aren't you too?" she asked.

"No. Not at all," he said.

Kelly stared at Mr. Big in disbelief: "Is there something wrong with you?"

"I see," said Mr. Bigger, "you never really loved."

"is it?"

"Yes."

"So you've loved?"

"So fucking in love."

They went back to his apartment together.Mr. Big opened a bottle of crystal champagne, and Kelly kept laughing.After messing around for a while, she said, "I have to go back."

"It's four o'clock in the morning," he said, standing up, "I won't let you go back alone at this time."

He brought her a T-shirt and shorts.He stayed in the bathroom while she changed.She climbed into bed, leaned back on the soft pillows, and closed her eyes.His bed was so comfortable--the most comfortable bed she had ever been in in her life.

When he walked out of the bathroom, she had already fallen asleep.

(End of this chapter)