nothing changes

I'm completely sucked in to Sex and the City. First season's playing on HBO2 and I can't pull away. It was so funny back then. I mean it was completely unrealistic but that's what's so great. Last night part of the plot involved Carrie having an incredibly romantic afternoon in the city with a French architect only in town till the morning. And I must say, until he left her the envelope with a grand in it, I was utterly charmed.

Because I think that's what I want. Moments leading to moments. A romantic afternoon with a guy I never have to see again. I mean if you have a romantic afternoon with someone you see once a week, he might take it the wrong way, but really it's nothing personal, I do this with every guy. Hahah, I'm a romance slut. Although again I don't think it's the same when it's not with your boyfriend; in that case I prefer to call them "movie moments."