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Carrie : When
you live on a tiny island like Manhattan, the odds of
bumping into
the one who broke your heart are incredibly high. The
odds of bumping into him when you look like shit are
even higher. After a break-up, certain streets,
locations... even times of day are off-limits. The city
becomes a deserted battlefield loaded with emotional
land mines. You have to be very careful where you step
or you could be blown to pieces.
Miranda : Get your coat on, Anne Frank, we're going
out.
Carrie : I'm really not
in the mood.
Miranda : Coat on. Body out.
Carrie : Where are we going?
Miranda : It's a surprise.
Carrie : OK, but only if it's nowhere I can run into
him.
Miranda : Just when exactly do you think you're gonna
be getting out of this hostage situation? What? Am I
wrong?
Charlotte : Don't listen to her, Carrie, it's only
been a month. It takes half the total time you went out
with someone to get over them.
Carrie : I always like a good math solution to any
love problem.
Charlotte : It's the break-up rule. You and Big only
went out for a year. So that means she's got five more
months to get over him.
Miranda : No, you got to cut your losses
and get back in the game. When Eric and I broke up, I
got over him right away.
Carrie : I don't really remember it being like that.
Charlotte : What? Eric who?
Miranda : Eric, asshole I dated a couple of years ago.
Charlotte : Oh, that Eric.
Carrie : Miranda used to call Eric the love of her
life until he left her for another woman. Now, she
almost never mentioned him.
Charlotte : You can't push yourself into feeling good.
The only way to get over somebody is to feel really bad,
to cry to your girlfriends and then to replay what you
hated about him over and over in your head all day.
Carrie : Yeah. That sounds about right.
Miranda : You're way too dressed up for
where we're going.
Carrie : Well, you know I'll risk overdressed vs. the
chance of meeting Big looking the way I feel.
Miranda : Oh, God. It seems the first meeting is the
worst, you never know how to act.
Carrie : Then there's the vomiting.
Miranda : C'mon! Show us what you got. Last year this
guy was Mr. September. He hit like, ten home runs in nine
days. Ball!
Good eye!
Good eye! Way to watch them. He batted 373. He
drove in
47 runs. His on-base percentage was.410.
Carrie : As Miranda went on about the new Yankee's
stats, I couldn't help wondering about my own. Ten years
playing in New York. Countless dates. Five real
relationships. One serious. All ending in break-ups. If
I were a ballplayer, I'd be batting... whatever really
bad is. |
