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Chris Noth and Sarah Jessica Parker in a scene for \u2018Sex in the City\u2019 Corbis\/VCG via Getty Images<\/p>\n\t\tChris Noth and Sarah Jessica Parker in a scene for \u2018Sex in the City\u2019 Corbis\/VCG via Getty Images<\/p>\n
(Editor\u2019s note: This article was originally published on February 13, 1995.) Here\u2019s a Valentine\u2019s Day tale. Prepare yourself. An English journalist came to New York. She was attractive and witty, and right away she hooked up with one of New York\u2019s typically eligible bachelors. Tim was 42, an investment banker who made about $5 million a year. For two weeks, they kissed, held hands\u2014and then on a warm fall day he drove her to the house he was building in the Hamptons. They looked at the plans with the architect. \u201cI wanted to tell the architect to fill in the railings on the second floor, so the children wouldn\u2019t fall through,\u201d said the journalist. \u201cI expected Tim was going to ask me to marry him.\u201d On Sunday night, Tim dropped her off at her apartment and reminded her that they had dinner plans for Tuesday. On Tuesday, he called and said he\u2019d have to take a rain check. When she still hadn\u2019t heard from him after two weeks, she called and told him, \u201cThat\u2019s an awfully long rain check.\u201d He said he would call her later in the week.<\/p>\n
He never did call, of course. But what interested me was that she couldn\u2019t understand what had happened. In England, she explained, meeting the architect meant something. Then I realized, Of course: She\u2019s from London. No one\u2019s told her about the End of Love in Manhattan. Then I thought: She\u2019ll learn.<\/p>\n
Welcome to the Age of Un-Innocence. The glittering lights of Manhattan that served as backdrops for Edith Wharton\u2019s bodice-heaving trysts are still glowing\u2014but the stage is empty. No one has breakfast at Tiffany\u2019s, and no one has affairs to remember\u2014instead, we have breakfast at 7 A.M. and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. How did we get into this mess?<\/p>\n
Truman Capote understood our 90\u2019s dilemma\u2014the dilemma of Love vs. the Deal\u2014all too well. In Breakfast at Tiffany\u2019s Holly Golightly and Paul Varjak were faced with restrictions\u2014he was a kept man, she was a kept woman\u2014but in the end they surmounted them and chose love over money. That doesn\u2019t happen much in Manhattan these days. We are all kept men and women\u2014by our jobs, by our apartment, and then some of us by the pecking order at the Waverly Inn and the Four Seasons, by Hamptons beach front, by front-row Garden tickets\u2014and we like it that way. Self-protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op.<\/p>\n
When was the last time you heard someone say, \u201cI love you!\u201d without tagging on the inevitable (if unspoken) \u201c\u2026as a friend.\u201d When was the last time you saw a couple gazing into each other\u2019s eyes, without thinking, \u201cYeah, right\u201d? When was the last time you heard someone announce, \u201cI am truly, madly in love,\u201d without thinking, \u201cJust wait until Monday morning\u201d? And what turned out to be the hot non-Tim Allen Christmas movie? Disclosure\u2014for which 10 million or 15 million moviegoers went to see unwanted, unaffectionate sex between corporate erotomaniacs\u2014hardly the stuff we like to think about when we think about love, but very much the stuff of the modern Manhattan relationship.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s still plenty of sex to be had in Manhattan, but the kind of sex that results in friendship and business deals, not romance. These days, everyone has friends and colleagues; no one really has lovers\u2014even if they have slept together.<\/p>\n
Back to the English journalist: After six months, some more \u201crelationships\u201d and a brief affair with a man who used to call her from out of town to tell her that he\u2019d be calling her when he got back into town (and never did), she got smart. \u201cRelationships in New York are about detachment,\u201d she said. \u201cBut how do you get attached when you decide you want to?\u201d<\/p>\n
Honey, you leave town.<\/p>\n
Love at the Bowery Bar, Part 1<\/p>\n
It\u2019s Friday night at the Bowery Bar. It\u2019s snowing outside and buzzing inside. There\u2019s the actress from Los Angeles, looking delightfully out of place in her vinyl gray jacket and miniskirt, with her gold-medallioned, too-tanned escort. There\u2019s the actor, singer and party boy Donovan Leitch in a green down jacket and fuzzy beige hat with earflaps. There\u2019s Francis Ford Coppola at a table with his wife. There\u2019s an empty chair at Francis Ford Coppola\u2019s table. It\u2019s not just empty: It\u2019s alluringly, temptingly, tauntingly, provocatively \u2026 empty. It\u2019s so empty that it\u2019s more full than any other chair in the place. And then, just when the chair\u2019s emptiness threatens to cause a scene \u2026 Donovan Leitch sits down for a chat. Everyone in the room is immediately jealous. Pissed off. The energy of the room lurches violently. This is romance in New York.<\/p>\n
The Happily Married Man<\/p>\n
\u201cLove means having to align yourself with another person, and what if that person turns out to be a liability?\u201d said a friend, one of the few people I know who\u2019s been happily married for 12 years. \u201cAnd the more you\u2019re able to look back, the more you\u2019re proven right in the hindsight. Then you get further and further away from having a relationship, unless something big comes along to shake you out of it\u2014like your parents dying.<\/p>\n
\u201cNew Yorkers build up a total fa\u00e7ade that you can\u2019t penetrate,\u201d he continued. \u201cI feel so lucky that things worked out for me early on, because it\u2019s so easy not to have relationship here\u2014it almost becomes impossible to go back.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Happily (Sort of) Married Woman<\/p>\n
A girlfriend who was married called me up. \u201cI don\u2019t know how anyone makes relationships work in this town. It\u2019s really hard. All the temptations. Going out. Drinks. Drugs. Other people. You want to have fun. And if you\u2019re a couple, what are you going to do? Sit in your little box of an apartment and stare at each other? When you\u2019re alone, it\u2019s easier,\u201d she said, a little wistfully. \u201cYou can do what you want. You don\u2019t have to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
The Bachelor of Coco Pazzo<\/p>\n
Years ago, when my friend Raphe was one of the most eligible bachelors in New York, he dated every woman in town. Back then, we were still romantic enough to believe that some woman could get him. He has to fall in love someday, we thought. Everyone has to fall in love, and when he does, it will be with a woman who\u2019s beautiful and smart and successful. But then those beautiful and smart and successful women came and went. And he still hadn\u2019t fallen in love.<\/p>\n