Carrie Bradshaw

So, how's life?

Not bad. Can't complain. You?

It's like the riddle of the Sphinx.

what are you doing later?

How could I possibly sustain a relationship?

Tomorrow night. We're all going downtown to this club, Chaos.

Who said anything about talking?

Oh, you know, just writing the column. The usual.

Number two, he's not wearing a wedding ring.

Hey, babe.

- They're too old for you. - I like older women.

Oh, just a couple guys.

He was one of the city's most notoriously "un-gettable" bachelors.

I thought you weren't talking to me for the rest of your life.

- Well, you look good, though. - So do you.

All right. See ya there.

- You were? - Yeah.

He usually dates models, but, hey, I'm as good-looking as a model...

However, I did have a little experiment in mind.

Great.

that you're in love?

Maybe.

He owned a talent agency and, at the moment, was down to a single client.

Whenever you feel like it. If I'm alone, I'm all yours.