Okay now that I’ve got your attention… I am, or shall I say was, a humongous fan of the show Sex and the City. HUGE. Seriously huge. I have such fond memories of hanging out in the Archie Bunker like crashpad/house in Queens with at least two or three of my eight flight attendant roommates (depending on who had to work that night), sitting on a beat up couch in front of the TV for a fun filled, too short, half hour. Depressed when it came to an end. Counting the minutes until the next episode. I have yet to find a show to fill Sex and the City’s Manolo Blahnik’s. I’ve tried Desperate Housewives, Lipstick Jungle and Cashmere Mafia, and while I did make it through the first season of Desperate Housewives, I just couldn’t go back to Wisteria Lane. And I was unable to make it through an entire episode of the other two shows mentioned above. I tried. I really tried. But I just couldn’t relate to those women the way I did to the women of Sex and the City. Sure I’ve grown up. I got married. Bought a house. Got a Mortgage. A cat. A car. Had a kid. Yet I miss my Sex and the City. I can’t wait for the movie to come out. I really need to know what the hell has happened to Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda, and Samantha! What YOU might like to know is tonight I had one of the girls on my flight. It was the actress who plays the character I probably relate the most to. I didn’t speak to her. I barely even looked at her. I mean I didn’t want to freak her out or anything. And no, I’m not naming names, but I will tell you that she looked exactly the way she does on TV. Which is good. And her traveling companion looked pretty darn good, too.
Heather Poole 
The character to whom you relate the most? I might guess Kim Cattrall’s character Samantha, but you are far too insightful, intelligent and discrete to relate most to her (or, so my limited male intuition tell me). I still consider Kristin Davis to be the most compelling among the quartet, but I digress. I guess that SJP was on your tin can. Carrie’s character portrays character and depth that she expresses through her communications’ aptitude, which is fitting because her soul might be one that is never fully understood.
I was actually accused of being a metro-sexual by a female pal this weekend because I cited that I want to watch the Sex and the City Movie. When I challenged her, she asked how many guys know the words areola, camisole and patina. She accused me of this at a baseball game while I was dipping and drinking Jack. How ludicrous?! Well, I’m happy to amuse. The on-deck hitter overheard this exchange and laughed, too (he promised he wasn’t laughing at me).
Safe travels Skydoll.