May 29, 2008 12:00 AM by Rich Santos | 100 Views, COMMENTS
This Sex and the City movie is everywhere I go. I took some
time the other day for catharsis: I
wrote notes to each of the characters on why we’d never be good together and hashing
out my general gripes:

Dear Carrie:
Honestly, what are you
thinking sometimes when you walk out of your apartment? The obnoxious outfits you wear make you look
pretentious and slutty. I don’t even
think I can get past these outfits to even speak to you. You wonder why you have so much trouble with
men—some of it must have to do with your addiction to ugly clothes. One look at you and I immediately realize
that I could never be with you even if I could deal with the getups. Sorry, but I’m a jeans and t-shirt
kind of guy...you should try wearing something that simple and classy some time.

Dear Miranda:
I can immediately tell that
you wouldn’t put up with my crap. I like
to go watch football on Sundays with the guys and sometimes (well most of the
time) I’m so lazy I can’t even use my brain cells to figure out a way to reach
the remote if it’s outside of my weekend ring (the five foot radius
around me that I’m willing to reach to during my weekend). You seem like you would want me to go to
expensive dinners and museums all weekend. You also seem like you would not like to put up with anything that came
out of my mouth, most of which I can’t control. Get a sense of humor, then we can talk.

Dear Samantha:
You are disgusting.
Dear Charlotte:
You have so much
potential. I think you’re adorable and
sweet. When you wreck up, I think it’s
cute. When you succeed, I’m happy for
you. It’s so hard for me to find a girl
who has everything I’m looking for but you are it. You are innocent, but sometimes you say you
just want to “get fucked”. And you mix
in that little spice perfectly with your entire package. So only one problem here: I HATE YOUR FRIENDS! It’s a shame that you got caught up with
them. We could have been something, you
and me.
Regards,
Rich
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