Ah, New York City; tall buildings, the Empire State, so many iconic places, and as a newspaper column writer, you knew them all thanks to your friends.

Singles, that's what you all four were: one was terribly offended by men, the other was so suggestive it seemed she didn't even had fun with maintaining...intercourse, and the last was a "date-to-marry" single girl. You had brunch at restaurants, drank Cosmos and martinis and hang out at Chaos; the single people breeding ground for excellence.

One night at Chaos was all you needed, you were having a drink, having fun listening to music and trying to flirt with any guy...when you saw your friend (the "bang for fun" gal), flirting with a really handsome man; thick eyebrows, a big, hooked nose, and a real gentleman (he was wearing a suit to a club!). She flirted shamelessly with him, and he kindly rejected her.

You finally gave up, walking to your single apartment wearing those uncomfortable heels (damn you, Christian Louboutin!), when a very fancy and vintage car parked right in front of you.

The window lowered and he was there again, kind and adjusting his tie.

"A lady like you shouldn't be walking alone at night, miss. If you would like it, maybe I can offer you a ride home." He said, hair a bit tousled; and that tie, oh god, it was like that movie...Secretary? He was so fancy!