Sex and the City

There are some movies that I would not be caught dead watching.

But I once saw Campus Girls, a local, flick because of a girl in college who wanted to see it. The movie was a mess, the funny part is, my aunt who was also watching the movie, saw me in the movie house, the worst part is, the week after I attended a reunion, and I got teased by my cousins, they never stopped asking me how did I found Campus girls. The question, at the that time was always followed with laughter.


A man's life, it seems, revolves around women.

We want to get rich, be thin, have hair, play a guitar for the attention of women.

Much for I would say, for the women we love.

So, here I am, just finished watching Sex and the City the movie, at 130am, just because it reminded me of someone.

The conclusion, I hated it, but finished watching it all the same.

Why?

Not because the story line or the acting is bad, in fact it was decent, its just that they ended it with happily ever after.

I hated, it because, even if I wanted it too, this never happened to me.

And I never had a choice in the matter, I was judged and everything was decided without the benefit of asking me.

O well, that is life I guess.

Its a fairy tale story. I hated it because, well, why couldn't it happen to me?