I love Sex and the City the show, but I hate Sex and the City the ending. Virtually every girl I’ve talked to in recent years moved to New York because Carrie Bradshaw ended up with Mr. Big.
There is a unrealistic expectation that in this land of plenty men, an independent woman can and will finally get all that she’s ever dreamed of: fabulous cloth, lucrative career, beautiful friendship, and the perfect no-BS guy.
I hate to be so damn pessimistic, but think twice about finding the perfect no-BS guy here. Sex and the City is a TV show, but New York City is the real deal. And by real deal, here’s what I mean:
1. In New York City, there are a quarter of a million more single women than single men, that’s right, a quarter of a million surplus of single women. In fact, New York City has the highest number of single women over single men, more than anywhere else in this coutry. If you want to find a boyfriend, statistically speaking, move to the West Coast, or at least consider Dallas, Denver, or Minneapolis.
2. If you are a pretty looking girl, you might get yourself a hot guy in a “regular city” – think Bella Swan in Twilight and her sudden popularity after moving from Phoenix to a stupid depressing town in Washington State. New York City is the fashion and financial capital – so females of New York – waitresses, models, artists, dancers, actresses, musicians, advertising managers, public relations specialists, or management consultants – are all fashionably well informed and smart. In other words, you have to be a pretty amazing girl to even get a sub-par regular guy here, given the amount of competition. This just goes against nature, in my opinion.
3. I’ll admit there are exceptions, but in general perhaps the most wonderful or sickening (depending on how you look at life) part about New York is that once a girl stays here for a certain period of time, her insanity becomes reality, she lets go of her rules and becomes, for a lack of better term, crazy. Time Out New York did a survey on 50 single women in New York – you might think the article is half-witty and half-interesting, but at a certain point especially when you become one of them, the article just sounds half-depressing and half-superficial.
What are you looking for in life? If it somehow involves a marriage, leave.
On a related note, I cannot emphasize how incredibly luck New York men are, what Southern beauty (and I’m actually from the South)?
