hello lover!

Oh wouldnt it be nice if it we actually lived in Manhattan and we were Carrie and Miranda and Samantha and Charlotte.

Ok so there it goes.

You'd live in a lovely apartment.

Skyscrapers everywhere, the floor reflects your social status. It would seem that the more sky would catch your eye the better.A whole new world for you- a new life full of new experiences, different every day.

You would have a catchy-comme if faut job. Attorney, curator, writer and Pr. Maybe designer, definitely model, executive producer or something.

You'd look for your big love in clubs, in cafes, on the road, in bookstores, at a party, in offices, on trips, to the cinema- in New York, Staten Island, a supermarket in China Town, police, the time you sign your first divorce, the time you expect your girlfriend in a bar and you order your food at a hip restaurant, a furniture showroom, a painting exhibition, while you are smoking outside a building or in the park or smoke at home or smoke the entrance, while, when, at the time ..

You would have an extraordinary will for nightclubbing.You would have more sex than an average woman. You'd balance yourself in high heels you would drink flirtini and cosmopolitan, your apartment would be boho chic.You'd spend your money on shoes and clothes. I do not know exactly where you'd find so much money, but wtf, is the American dream, probably include the dreamy paycheck.Offcourse the taxi will come with a whistle.

You'd have time for brunch, and breakfast and dinner and you'd do your nails and hair every week. Really, you would say the best quotes ever.O! My God and every girl would envy you!