Wordy Wednesday: Sex and the City

The universe may not always play fair, but at least it’s got a hell of a sense of humor.

Will you please not use the f-word in Vera Wang?

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.

Saturday night’s dinner came and went with no call from Big. My life was suddenly shit.

People go to casinos for the same reason they go on blind dates – hoping to hit the jackpot. But mostly, you just wind up broke or alone in a bar.

I revealed too much too soon. I was emotionally slutty.

When your boyfriend is so comfortable that he cannot be bothered to wipe his ass, that’s the end of romance, right there.

I don’t want to be the up-the-butt girl, because I mean… Men don’t marry up-the-butt girl. Whoever heard of Mrs. Up-The-Butt? No, no, no. I can’t. I want children and nice bedding, and I just can’t handle this right now.

Gay men understand what’s important: clothes, compliments and cocks.

Miranda was a huge fan of the Yankees. I was a huge fan of being anywhere you could smoke and drink at two in the afternoon without judgment.

The fact is, sometimes it’s really hard to walk in a single woman’s shoes. That’s why we need really special ones now and then to make the walk a little more fun.

Somewhere out there is another little freak who will love us and understand us and kiss our three heads and make it all better.

I will wear whatever and blow whomever I want as long as I can breathe – and kneel.

I used to think those people who sat alone at Starbucks writing on their laptops were pretentious posers. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone.

I’m looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can’t-live-without-each-other love.

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate… without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn’t fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it’s comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart… and if you’re very lucky, a plane ride away

You have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.

Some people are settling down, some people are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than butterflies.

Better alone than badly accompanied.

If you believe in love, you’re setting yourself up to be disappointed.

It’s tempting to wish for the perfect boss, the perfect parent, or the perfect outfit. But maybe the best any of us can do is not to quit, play the hand we’ve been dealt, and accessorize what we’ve got.

Life gives you lots of chances to screw up which means you have just as many chances to get it right.

There are worse things than being thirty-five, single, and female in New York. Like: Being twenty-five, singled, and female in New York. It’s a rite of passage few women would want to repeat. It’s about sleeping with the wrong men, wearing the wrong clothes, having the wrong roommate, saying the wrong thing, being ignored, getting fired, not being taken seriously, and generally being treated like shit. But it’s necessary.