You know, the gay guy is the single gals safety net.
I think it’s romantic if someone offers me a seat on the subway.
Later that night I got to thinking about men, and women, and relationships. More to the point, how women feel men disappoint them in relationships. Then a radical, almost earth shattering thought popped into my head: What if everything isn’t the mans fault? After a certain age and a certain number of relationships if it still isn’t working, and the exes seem to be moving on, and we don’t, perhaps the problem isn’t the last boyfriend, or the one before him, or even the one before him. Could it be that the problem isn’t them, but horror of horrors, is it us?
I wanted a man who would commit, not a man that was committed.
Miranda: Could the penis dent the baby?
Carrie: Where do you think dimples come from?
Samantha: This is why I've never lived with a man. This, and the fact that I want them out an hour after I climax.
Miranda: You let them stay a whole hour?
Samantha: You'd be suprised by how many are ready to go again after a quick cat nap.
It’s just, why does everybody have to get married and have kids? It’s so cliche!
As we drive along this road called life, occasionally a gal will find herself a little lost, and when that happens I guess she has to let go of the coulda-shoulda-woulda, buckle up and just keep going.
Carrie: It wasn't a choice! I'm human, it happens.
Samantha: No honey, you're a woman, and men don't like women to be human. We aren't supposed to fart, douche, use tampons, or have hair in places we shouldn't.
‘Normal’ is the halfway point between what you want and what you can get.