labels or love.

carrie bradshaw writer of sex and the city. twenty-three.

[carricbradshaw]

john--preston:

He smiled as she spoke about her job and nodded. “That sounds a lot more fun than my job if I’m being honest. Do you usually get first hand accounts about these sexual exploits or is just by word of mouth?” He laughed softly and sipped his water. “Mm, a hundred and one actually but you were close. I like to think I look good for my age, all those before sleep beauty rituals I suppose. Which really just consists of washing my face while blasting some music. It’s very good for the skin,” he joked. “What’s your preferred drink? Mine is very well trained. He’s a bull dog actually. Truly a man’s best friend. I don’t know what I’d do without him. He puts up with all my shit. I can fully admit that my people are responsible for the kale craze. It’s not one I’m very proud of but then again we don’t have very much to be proud of,” he replied with a shrug. “So you made it sound like you didn’t grow up in New York, can I ask where it was you did grow up? Do I get to. know more about you or is this an interview?” He teased her as he reached across the table to brush his thumb across the back of her hand affectionately. 

“I’m definitely not going to argue that.” Carrie said, because surely her worst days at the job were nothing like the worst says at his. “Wouldn’t you love to know the answer to that? But I’m actually going to keep that to myself.” She said, enjoying the air of mystery that came with her job. That’s how she knew if she really wanted a guy, if he was okay with that answer. Some guys, even in today’s day and age had some kind of problem with a woman who was okay with her sexuality. They wanted a freak in the sheets, for sure but god forbid she was a freak with anyone who wasn’t them. “Damn, missed it by the skin of my teeth.” She snapped her fingers in mock disappointment. “I love a man who grooms. It’s really something that lacks with a lot of members of your sex.” Carrie smiled as he asked her what her preferred drink was. Rather than tell him, she stopped a serve, asking them for a Cosmo before looking back at him. “I’m not much of a dog person, I just have to be honest with you. I don’t hate them, though, but I much rather keep them away from my closet. More specifically, my heels.” Carrie told him, in case he was planning any playdates already. “No, you don’t... but you strike me as the good kind of white, so that’s why I’m entertaining the thought of us being a thing one day.” Carrie twisted her lips, again she preferred the mystery. Not many people knew where Carrie Bradshaw came from, they just knew that New York wasn’t the same once she arrived. “Connecticut. And if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it. But Connecticut.”

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john--preston:

John stayed leaned forward as she spoke, taking in her every word as he finished off his drink and smiled softly. “What do you write? New York City is the best place to be. I was born and raised here. Okay well I was actually born in a small town but we moved here when I was one so I was basically born here,” he replied with a soft laugh. Sagittarius, got it. My birthday is in April so I’m an Aries.” He smirked at the way her eyes fell to his lips and he waited for her to do what he had been thinking about all night. When she didn’t he decided to cut his losses for the time being and try again at the end of the night. He definitely wanted to see her again and he definitely wanted to kiss her before the night was over, that was already clear to him. “Me? Well I was raised here, I come from a pretty big family, very creative. I’m in the real estate business as you know, uh, shit, I’m really bad at talking about myself it seems. But let’s see. I like a good suit, I enjoy an ice cold beer after a long day, I have a dog and I really, really don’t like kale.”

Well there was the big question. It was one that shockingly decided if a guy was going to stay with her or not, shocking because you’d think in this here 2017 some people wouldn’t be as prudish. “I write about what it’s like to be a twenty-something in this amazing city. I write about the ups and the lows of love here. And I sometimes write about the sexual exploits of those around me.” She said, confidently as she really had no qualms about what she did. “Oh so you’re one of the lucky ones that got to grow up in the concrete jungle. It explains a lot not that I think about it.” Carrie nodded. “Oh, are you. Your birthday is coming up soon. Let me guess, you’re turning one hundred.” She teased slightly. It was clear there was a bit of an age difference between them, but she didn’t mind it and hopefully he didn’t either. Carrie knew that he knew exactly what she was doing to her, the smirk let her know it all. Ugh, that smirk was going to mean trouble for her. “No, I think you’re great at it actually. I love you in a good suit, I’m not much of a beer girl, I love dogs... unless yours has a chewing problem, designer heels are expensive and who likes kale? Whoever tried to push that on us is deranged... or of the caucasian variety.”

[carricbradshaw]

john--preston:

John sipped his drink as he looked at her, enjoying seeing her smile but also her silence. Had he really sounded smart because he wasn’t quite sure if everything he had said made sense. Not that he wasn’t interested. “Well now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, do I get to know a little bit more about you? Tell me…everything.” He smiled and leaned forward a bit as he met her eyes.

“Everything? I think a woman’s got to keep a couple of secrets in the vault.” Carrie leaned in ever so slightly, her eyes not at all shifting from his own. “Let’s see what I can say though. The obvious being that I’m Carrie, I’m a writer. I’m twenty-two. I’m a Sagittarius if you’re into that kind of thing. Yes, that also means my birthday might be coming up soon.” Carrie listed off of her fingers. “And I moved to New York five years ago. For school. And I never turned back, New York City is where it’s at for me.” She let her eyes wander down towards his lips and a part of her wanted to lean over and kiss him right then and there. He could drag her to his limo and fuck her until she couldn’t walk as she was sure he could do but this wasn’t about sex. This was about playing the long game and she wanted to win it. Her attention was snapped back when their server came with her refill. “What about you?”

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john--preston:

“I don’t think it’s a problem. I think it allows people to become less cynical or at least work through past trauma while also allowing them to indulge in some sort of companionship. I mean sex isn’t always just sex. I mean it is and it’s not. Sometimes sex is the only people can be intimate and there for people. It’s messed up but it’s the truth. We could get to know each other and we could still be just some people who have sex, no real concrete structure of a relationship. And I think that’s what the pushback is. Not necessarily a lack of love or monogamy but there’s no longer a want for structure or limitations or feeling like you have to be tied to one person. That just doesn’t work for everyone.” He let out a laugh at her words, shaking his head. “Is that what you’re doing? I mean I highly doubt you have to work very hard but something tells me I would have to work very hard to get you to fall in love with me. I don’t think you’re as easy as a catch as you think.”

Carrie listened to him, wondering if he was that kind of person. If he could only show intimacy through sex? That thought scared her, because she didn’t just want to be a booty call. Sex was amazing, but eventually, people longed for more. She did. A waitress came to them, and she instantly asked for a refill. She would need a lot more wine to get these thoughts out of her head. But just when she was writing him off as just another guy, he had to say that. He had to make her feel like she might have a chance at getting something more with him, and she was falling for it. That was the worst part. “You might be right there.” She told him, it might not be so easy a journey for the both of them but something told her that they were going to have a lot of fun doing whatever it was that they were doing.

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john--preston:

John laughed softly at her topic of conversation. He knew that this was a test, she wanted to see if he was worth a second or third date or even worth sleeping with. Usually he’d do his best to come off as a player and just cut his loses and move on. But if he was honest, he felt a deep attraction for Carrie, he appreciated how straightforward she was and of course he had seen her writing, she was good, she was someone he could actually converse with. So he half lied and half told the truth, an easy compromise. He leaned forward, his arms coming to rest against the table. “I think it’s…still alive in some ways but not in the ways it used to be. I mean I think yes, love is real, people find it, they fall in love they live happily ever after but I feel like that’s just not as common. But I wouldn’t argue that it’s just fucking. It’s like romantic, casual fucking you know? It’s like you’re constantly half dating someone. You go out to eat, you fuck, you have a good night. and then you do it again in a week or some other consistent time frame but you also do it with other people.” He shrugged, “For me personally, I don’t know, I think anything is possible but I haven’t found love to be something that I fall into very often.” He smiled softly, “Is that a good or bad answer?”

Carrie leaned in just as he had, her eyebrow waggling playfully as her hands propped her chin up to listen to what it was he had to say on the subject of love as a New Yorker. “And you don’t think that’s a problem? You don’t think that doing that just continues this cycle where people become cynical at the thought of love, thus it does become all about sex and not getting to know the person who sits opposite you at a fancy dinner at an expensive resturant?” She asked him. She’d been there, she’d gotten to the point where she’d thought why look for love? No one was interested but she didn’t want to be that person. Love was a thing and she did want to find it. She also wanted to have great sex along the way, she did write about sex after all. “No, it’s not a bad answer.” Carrie grabbed her glass, finishing of it’s contents. “It just lets me know I’m going to have to work just a bit harder to make you fall in love with me.” She said matter of factly as she leaned back into her chair, nodding as a smirk found itself onto her face.

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john--preston:

“Mr. Big? Is that what you’re calling me now? Alright, I can work with that. It’s not exactly an insult.” He smirked at her before taking a sip of his drink again. “Oh I know, I’ve seen it. I did my research too,” he winked at her before crossing one leg over the other as he looked at her. “All of that in one day? Amazing,” he replied with a laugh. “Is that so? Was it Donald Trump? I hear he’s in town if you’re looking for anyone to kick in the balls. Or was it John Preston you were talking about? I hear he’s a total babe. Big dick too. Or you know, I’ve heard,” he said, laughing at himself, knowing that she was probably looking for a more composed answer but he couldn’t help it, there was a part of him that was just pure frat boy. He cleared his throat and smoothed down his shirt, “Sorry, anyway, that sounds like a very nice brunch. I’m almost jealous.”

“That is in fact what I’m calling you now. No, it’s not. Trust me, if I wanted to insult you I would have probably done so by now. Actually, I would have.” She corrected herself, that smirk of his was going to be the end of her. “All in one day.” Carrie raised her glass, before taking another sip from it. “No, shockingly enough we were not talking about that walking cheeto.” Carrie raised her eyebrows, nodding slowly.  A big dick was never something she was offended by. “See, I knew what I was doing by naming you Mr. Big.” Carrie said with a small laugh. “You have nothing to apologize for.” She added, humor as well as a big dick were things she was interested in and he had both. And great style, and a handsome face and money. Mr. Big indeed. “You should be.” She said. “There’s nothing like brunch with the girls. We did get into a certain topic of conversation that I’d like your opinion on.” Carrie nodded. “I want to know your opinion on love. Is it dead in New York? Or you think it still survives, even in this era of just fucking.”

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john--preston:

He had to admit that it was taking everything in him to not take her back to his apartment. She looked beyond amazing and he was sure that she knew exactly what she was doing to him. But he was feeling stubborn and wasn’t going to let her get away with it all that easily. If he had to work for it, so did she. He shrugged and grabbed his glass of whiskey, sipping it a bit before he spoke. “It helps when you know people. And I know people.” He looked at her, a small smile on his face, “Although yeah, I guess I am a pretty big deal.” He laughed softly before they gave the waiters their order and he sat back in his chair a bit. “So, what did you get up to in the last 24ish hours. How was brunch?”

“Yeah, I can tell, Mr. Big.” Carrie said, a smile on her face as she referred to him by his nickname. A nickname he didn’t yet know about but he would come to, if he’d managed to actually look her up like she’d told him too. “Well, not to brag but I’m a pretty big deal too. I’m on the side of the bus. Yeah.” She nodded, her ad campaign for her article was her crowning achievement at the moment. Even if some of the ads had been adorn with dicks and mustaches but that just came with advertising in the city. Carrie was impressed as he ordered for the both of them, she would usually be applaud if a guy just assumed what she liked and got it. But on him, it was nice. He took charge and he did order something something she’d had her eyes on, so he was also attentive. “Oh you know, I robbed a bank, cured cancer. It was a pretty lame day.” Carrie smiled as she thought back at brunch with the girls and how excited they’d been at the sound of Mr. Big. “We chatted, we gossiped, discussed the current political climate and a certain real estate mogul might have been brought up a few times.” 

[carricbradshaw]

Carrie sat opposite of Mr. Big, clad in nothing more than a slip dress. It’d been Samantha’s idea, it was a test. Samantha claimed that Big, as charming as he was, was still a guy and in 2016, all they wanted was sex. Given that that was the topic of this weeks article, she wanted to see if that was true. Was this guy who seemed so amazing just interested in fucking her or did he want more? That’s why she’d thrown on the ensemble, hoping that it’d be the latter. “I know people who have been waiting to eat here for weeks, and all you had to do was call. I’m starting to suspect you’re a bigger deal than you make yourself out to be.” She smiled at the guy opposite of her. 

[carricbradshaw]

john--preston:

“I know, I know I have a good sense of style, I don’t know why I even tried to act like I don’t.” He laughed softly as he met her eyes, looking her over. He could definitely see himself enjoying some time with her. “If only, but luckily there’s me and for now, that’s more than enough,” he replied with a wink. He let out a laugh as she spoke and got up and he sat back in his chair. “Oh come on, you mean to tell me that this wasn’t one of the best cup of coffees you’ve had? I think it’s very coffee worthy. But alright, if that’s how you want to play it.” He smiled as he took out a pen and a piece of paper, writing down an address. He got to his feet and handed her the car. “Meet me here tomorrow night for dinner. Actually text me your address, I’ll have a car pick you up to take you to dinner.” He smiled softly and made sure she had the card. “Maybe then I’ll be phone number worthy.” He didn’t know why he was trying so hard but he had missed the fun of the chase and he wanted to prove to this girl that he was always worth the time. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t do that if I was you. Even in New York, a man with a look that tailored is still a dime a dozen. You’re the dime.” Carrie shrugged, it had been a pretty great cup of coffee with a side of one of the most handsome men she’d met since moving to the city five years ago. “It was alright.” She said with a grin, letting him know that was not her true feelings towards the coffee. She was just being a shit, if only to make him grin. “Yeah, I think that’s how I’m going to play it.” Carrie watched as he pulled out a business card and a pen, he scribbled away on it before handing it to her. She looked down at the address, before looking back at him. “Maybe you will be.” She said, giving him a good looking over. If only she was more like Samantha, she would have had her way with Mr. Big right then and there. But she was a Carrie and what did Carrie want more than sex. Love. She turned around without a goodbye, stepping out into the busy streets of New York. She had a meeting with the girls and then a meeting with Soho to find a dress for this dinner tomorrow night. 

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john--preston:

“I’m not gay, I don’t have a girlfriend and I’m not pompous enough yet to have a stylist so I have a good sense of style, I like to think.” He smirked as he leaned his elbows on the table a bit. “I want to be the kind of real estate that actually makes a difference. Sounds like bullshit but I mean it. Too many homeless people in this city, that shit needs to end, and I want to be the one that makes it happen. Opposite of gentrification is what i’m aiming for. Just you wait.” he winked at her as he sat back again, grabbing his cup to take a few more sips. 

He smiled as he met her eyes, raising an eyebrow as she spoke. “Is that so? Only a couple of dates? Not a bad deal. I may have to consider that one although I’ll admit, it’s been a little while since I’ve been on a date.” He smirked as he looked at her. It wasn’t as if he had a hard time finding dates or he didn’t enjoy the company of a woman every few days, he just wasn’t the dating type. But he knew that he at least wanted to take this woman out for dinner at least once. He pulled out his phone and set it on the table, opening up the keypad. “Well if you give me your number maybe I can find out just what kind of friend you are.”

“You like to think, or that you know.” Carrie asked, knowing the answer to that question but still, she’d prefer to hear him just be his truthful self than give her the answer she thought she wanted. Carrie’s eyes lingered to his lips as he leaned in closer to her, she could definitely see herself kissing him, her objective for the week was to have sex like a man would. No strings attached but Mr. Big... he was too big a catch to play those games with. Carrie listened to him and she couldn’t say that she didn’t find his objective honorable. It didn’t seem like many people share his opinion on the matter, which was unfortunate because in her opinion, whitening a neighborhood didn’t make it better. "If only more people shared your thoughts on the matter.” He was definitely too big a catch.

“Has it? I should have assumed that being New York’s white knight would have taken up too much time.” Carrie took another sip from her coffee, this was exactly what she needed. Carrie watched as he pulled out his cellphone, her eyes meeting his once again. Now, she had two options. Give him her number and make this easy for her, or maybe make him a case study. “Or maybe I could make you work for my number. Coffee is nice and all but is it cell phone number worthy? Eh, I don’t know.” Carrie got up from her chair, looking down at him. “Now, if you don’t mind, I do have a brunch to get to but I’ll see you around, right?”

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john--preston:

“Birkin bag of condoms? They should really use that as their slogan. I think they’d really sell that way.” He smiled as he took in her name and made a note to look her up later, just because he was curious. And maybe he wouldn’t mind seeing her face again because he was definitely enjoying her company so far. “Am I? I mean who says I don’t live the glamorous life? Do you know how much this suit costs?” He smirked, “It’s not all late nights, lots of champagne but that doesn’t come without any work. I don’t want to be one of those guys. Plus I’m young, I’m coming up to the big leagues but I’ll be there before you know it.” He tapped his fingers against the table, knowing that he was already pretty big leagues as it was but he wanted to at least appear like he was being humble.

“I guess I’m just curious, trying to make conversation.” he laughed softly at her response and shook his head as he sipped his coffee and listened. “Mm, I see, I see. So out of your friend group which friend type would you say you are? Definitely not the mom type if you don’t get home at decent hours,” he said with a slight smirk, pulling his chair in a little more as he put another sugar in his coffee.

“If I ever run into whoever’s in charge of the marketing department for these, I’ll make sure to let them know.” Carrie raised an eyebrow, a smirk on her face. “And there’s the cocky real estate guy I was expecting to see. And I do know how much that suit costs. It’s new, this season actually. So that let’s me know that you either have a great sense of style, a great stylist or girlfriend or you’re gay.” She teased him. She knew these type of guys, they were the ones that went around, trying to flash their credit cards or their Dom bottles in hopes of impressing everyone and it usually worked for them. Carrie use to be immune to their charge, that was before she met John. Mr. Big. “So you want to be the new kind of real estate mogul. The charming, hard working one that isn’t basically a talk show host? I can respect that.” He appeared to be the next mixture between cocky and humble and she was a sucker for it.

“No, definitely not the mother type.” Carrie shook her head a bit too quickly but she let the other mother act to her best friend Charlotte. Carrie caught sight of his smirk and she had to wonder if he wanted to know what type of friend she was for other reasons. “I’m the friend that you take on a couple of dates and see where it takes you.” Carrie picked up her mug, taking a sip of the coffee inside, her eyes still on the man opposite of her. Two could play this game and he’d met the perfect sparring partner.

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john--preston:

He laughed softly, “Yeah of course, the least I could do. Since I was rude enough to knock condoms out of your bag.” He smirked as held out his hand, “I’m John by the way.” He smoothed down his shirt and thought about her question for a moment before answering. “Oh just work. I’m a real estate broker so lots of work, lots of late nights. If you want to get as good as I am, you gotta put in the work.” He shrugged and met her eyes. “What about you? I’m assuming this isn’t usually the kind of outfit you wear to brunch? No judgment, just wondering.” He led her into a nearby cafe and found them a table, ordering a glass of water and a cup of coffee.”

“Yes, yes it was. Especially since these are ribbed for her pleasure, they are basically like the Birkin bag of condoms. “ She took his hand, giving it a firm shake. “Carrie. Bradshaw.” She added afterwards, what if he wanted to instastalk her or something? She had to put those bread crumbs out there for him to follow. Although,he didn’t really seem like the instagram type. But then again, pretty much everyone had it nowadays. “Real estate?” She said with an ah,that explained so much. “I don’t doubt it, but you did just break the illusion some. I always assumed that you real estate guys lived the glamour life. You just threw money at a property and came around when you had to pop the bottle of champagne on the door.”

“What made you say that?” She asked, playfully. “I actually wore this to my first communion.” Carrie thanked him as he held the door open for her, it was a little thing that so few New York men possessed anymore. Class. “But if you must know, I was making my way home from a long night out. It was one of those nights, you go to the it new place with your three best girlfriends. Expect they all got home at decent hours. Well except for one, I think she might still be out and about.” She narrowed her eyes, before laughing. 

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john--preston:

He laughed as he held up his hands, “Hey, no judgement here, I swear.” He smirked, checking her out in the least subtle way possible. Sure he was busy but that didn’t mean he wasn’t human or he didn’t have eyes. The woman was gorgeous and after a night of staring at his computer he decided that he deserved a little bit of fun. 

Clearing his throat he caught up to her, giving her his best smile. “I uh, are you rushing off somewhere. I was just about to go get some coffee, honestly not sure how I’m awake right now. Do you want to join me? I’ll buy you a coffee. Think of it as my apology for bumping into you. What do you say?”

“Good, because I’d just think you’re one of those men who are stuck in the caveman era who thinks a woman shouldn’t be carrying condoms.” Carrie said with a grin, happy to see that he was as much a New York in his mind as he was when it came to his sense of fashion. She saw how he looked at her, it was flattering to say the least. And and it made her mind go to some places it probably shouldn’t this early in the morning. 

“I might have been, yes.” Carrie wasn’t going to say no to his proposal. The girls would understand. “I’d say that it’s the least you could do.” She said with a playfuly shrug as they continued to walk the busy streets of New York towards any place which served coffee, which in this neighborhood, all of them were referred to as the it place for anything. “So why were you up all night?” She asked him, making small talk as they walked side by side. Her head tilted up to meet his eyes, he was tall. She liked that in her guys, for more than one reason.

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john--preston:

While most people were on their way to Saturday brunches or family gatherings, John was just leaving his office. It had taken his assistant coming into the office in her pajama and pulling him out of his chair for him to leave. But even then he couldn’t stop, completely absorbed in the e-mails on his phone that he hadn’t looked who was in front of him. He had insisted on walking instead of taking the car, claiming to need the fresh air. Before he knew it he was bumping into someone, watching the contents of her bag fall on the floor. Startled, he slid his phone into his pocket and bent down to pick them up. “Shit, sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

He smirked as he saw the condoms but kept his face composed as he held them out to her, meeting her eyes. She was absolutely gorgeous and if he was the romantic type he would think that he had stayed late at work just so he could run into this woman the next morning. “No, no, need for thanks. I was the one who wasn’t looking.” He cleared his throat as she took the contents and he stood up a little straighter. “It seems like you’ve got the essentials there though, very impressive.”

“It’s-” Carrie was taken back, because the man was gorgeous. He was male model gorgeous but the disheveled suit let her know that there was more to him than just a pretty face. “Thank you.” She stood up once again, smiling up at him before she noticed he was holding something out towards her. In his hands, her condoms. She could have die right then and there from utter embarrassment. What could he possibly think of her? He probably thought call girl. Expensive call girl, her heels alone would let him know that she was not a hooker. 

“That makes the two of us.” She joked, what better to move along the awkwardness than humor. “Have we forgotten that we live in New York City, where people move as if they are cars and cars move as if they were people?” She asked him with a smile as she stuffed the condoms into her purse with quickness, hoping he’d forget all about them. Or not, as his next statement let her know. “Yes, yes I do.” Carrie nodded. “Well this has been sufficiently awkward, thank you for the help.” Carrie smiled up at him once again before walking around him, well now she had two things to talk about with her friends at brunch. 

[carricbradshaw]

Carrie left her latest conquests apartment feeling like queen of the world. No only did Tindr turn out to not be the place where serial killers stalk their latest prey but she’d actually met a somewhat decent guy that night. A guy that she had gotten to, as the kids called it, second base. Because of that, she had called the girls know they’d be meeting at their usual place for brunch to discuss what had happened last night. As she looked for her phone, for a moment she forgot that she was walking the busy streets of New York and bumped into someone. The belongings of her purse falling onto the pavement. 

“Fuck.” She whispered as she leaned down to pick her makeup, gum, and her extra ribbed condoms, she saw someone else had gotten to them first. “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that."

[carricbradshaw]

sex and the city;

001: WELCOME TO THE AGE OF UN-INNOCENCE

   Everyday, people move to the city of New York. Reasons vary, whether it be a job opportunity, a life goal achievement, or in some cases— love. You would think in a city like New York, the place of so many great love stories have occurred, it'd be as easy to find a significant other as it is to find a Starbucks. But in today's age of Tinder, Grindr and even 3nder for those interested in a good ol' ménage à trois, why put effort into romance when you can just skip to the sex.

    Gone are the days where people had breakfast at Tiffany and affairs were to be remembered. Now we skip out before the break of dawn and affairs were forgotten at the blink of an eye. It appears cupid has left the building... or at the very least the island of Manhattan.

    Which leaves us all to wonder... do we simply accept this trend of casual, meaningless sex and hope it's enough or do we hold onto that side of us? The side that wants the that big triumphant kiss in the rain? Is it true? Does the island of Manhattan simply not have enough room to allow romance to bloom?

    I turned to my trusted circle of friends for the answer to this question—

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