The Working Girl In the Big City

How many romances have started or ended on the steps of Manhattan’s dignified brownstones, how many walks in Central Park have resulted in some life-changing moment of realisation “I can’t marry him! I’m going to get that job”?

When it comes to relationships, maybe we’re all in glass houses, and shouldn’t throw stones. Because you can never really know. Some people are settling down, some are settling and some people refuse to settle for anything less than Butterflies.

Being single used to mean that nobody wanted you, now it means you’re pretty sexy and you’re taking your time deciding how you want your life to be and who you want to spend it with.

The thing is that no one had told us about the end of love in New York. Welcome to the age of uninnocence. No one has “Breakfast at Tiffany’s”, and no one has “Affairs to Remember”. Instead, we have breakfast at 7 a.m., and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. Self protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op. How the hell did we get ourselves into this mess? There are thousands, maybe tens of thousands of women like this in the city. We all know them, and we all agree they’re great. They travel, they pay taxes, they’ll spend $400 on a pair of Manolo strappy sandals… and they’re alone.


You see,  the thing is that it seems that successful women don’t have time for a full-time men – they have a full time job, and that is kind of the key of having it all – stop expecting it to look like what you thought it was going to look like.


The positive side is that there’s always a new season around the corner.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn’t fall in love or have babies, or be who we are. After all seasons change, so do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it’s comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart and if you are very lucky … a plane ride away.


Maybe the past is like an anchor holding us back. Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.


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