people really have sex in the city

surrounded by rich mahogany and the smell of old money, i dined with a woman from four states away.

she invited a libertine who could eat me alive and another one who came off as an innocent, family-builder.

after talking about my friend's career, i realized i was in a sex in the city episode. women really do share cocktails, laughs and stories in what can only be described as a more-fun, walters-free version of "the view".

and returning home to blog about it can only mean i'm carrie (which iVillage confirmed)

here's raising a cosmopolitan to my new found womanhood--thanks for inviting me.