Friday, October 05, 2007

It's not like Sex in the City

Carrie et al may have spent their time trotting along the pavements of New York, bosoms heaving in plunging frocks, teetering on vertiginous heels, & toting bags that contained little more than a packet of fags, a lipstick and $20 for a cab ride home, but I can assure you that this is not an option for your average Manhattan girl. If I step out of my apartment building in the East Village in one of my cocktail outfits there is no way I can walk to my date dressed like that without being prey to every leering wierdo in the vicinity. It's costing me a fortune in cabs.And, as for those teeny-tiny bags, where am I supposed to put my phone, keys, hairbrush and emergency book (for when my date is late)?