as my friends and i sat around an outdoor table having dinner saturday night, we suddenly realized we were acting out our own version of the show we knew all too well–sex and the city. there, of course, just happened to be four of us, and i easily identified the characters of the show among the four of us. we also just happened to be in philly, instead of nyc–but they’re both technically cities, so we’ll ignore this small detail.
life, boys, sex, food and wine were all topics of discussion. we also secretly, or not so secretly, were spying on the cute italian waiter. after our discussion of, and frustration with, the lack of men in our lives, and the realization of our situation being played out as a real life satc episode, there was only one thing left to do. yes, i left my business card (being the only one with an actual card) for the waiter with a note on the back telling him to “call us if he’d like to join the party after dinner.”
i’ve yet to decide whether or not this was a wise move on my part. fortunately (or unfortunately, as far as my friends were concerned) he never called.
