THE MAKING OF SEX & THE CITY

Starbucks, Mont Kiara, March 27

Four friends discussing about the latest dates they had in that week. It was somewhat similar to the scenes where Samantha, Miranda, Carrie and Charlotte, bitching about the dates that they had (or could have/should have/might have/must have) minus the raunchy sex (who knows?), heavy make-up, Manolo Blahniks, Fendi Bags, etc.

Vicki, Pauline, Ann and myself were talking about two formers’ experience in speed dating the two weeks before. Speed dating has been the rave thingy as soon as the Star published the feedback a month ago. Vicki dated an Insurance Agent while Pauline dated a tablecloth salesman. Both of them also dated or going to date a handsome lecturer from an art college in KL whom Pauline commented that he has the conniving look.

“Like a serial killer?” I quipped.

One good tip for speed daters – Tick as many men/ladies as you can since you already PAID for it. You will never know what you are going to get. Afterall, life is like a box of chocolates. It will make your “investment” more worthwhile and expands your circle of friends.

So, what does it take to get a man?

The thing about most men is physical appearance seems to be the only thing that appeals to them. I hardly meet any men who would appreciate personality, kindness, sense of humour, etc.

The friends I have here, are gorgeous in their own ways, intellectual, nice, considerate, loyal, witty and yet remain single. (Except for Ann – she has the same man for the past 7 years. Time to change - haha).

Sometimes we bitch about the men that our other girlfriends have. We are not jealous but somewhat mystified by the thoughts that some really mean girls have boyfriends when the goody-two-shoes like us (probably virgins) are still unattached.

Take for example, this Ms Long-Legs-Long-Hair is a compulsive gambler. She is a fixed ornament in Genting’s casino and gamble her life away. Once she sat on the same spot (probably move a bit to go to the loo or trying to gauge her good luck spot) for three days and three nights, without sleep, and gambled away to retrieve the RM10,000 ++ she lost. Yet, she has two boyfriends, one in her hometown and one in KL.

See what I mean? Physical appearance. Ms Long-Legs-Long-Hair.

Then, there is this girl, who is petite and sweet looking. She has this weird mannerism of turning green whenever we talk to her boyfriend, even if she was the one who asked us to join them for meals. For Christ’s sake, we were classmates and the boyfriend does not even look like Tom Cruise or Brad Pitt. In the end of every meal, she would quarrel with the boyfriend, then we would end up feeling upset. And this cycle will be repeated all over again the next day when we go for classes.

She has the thing which can make the boyfriend gave in to all her whims and fancy. Probably great sex. She also has this habit of belittling other people who are not as smart as she is.

In the end, the boyfriend got dumped after 2 years together, right before the exams, which broke his heart into pieces. He ended up not graduating from the course. Good thing he found another girl from work who made him happy. At least, this girl doesn’t get jealous when he goes out with us.

Key words: Petite and sweet looking. And probably great sex.

In short, you have to be at least, beautiful. A friend once remarked, “When you are beautiful, half the battle is won.” I agreed reluctantly. So, Plain Janes must put in 150% extra effort to get a man in this competitive world.

Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest” (or rather, “Survival of the prettiest”) couldn’t be truer.