Carrie looks at the ocean. She feels a strange sensation. It’s not the thrill of the chase. It’s not the terror of the crash.
The four friends are at Samantha’s beach house. Samantha brings a man who looks like a Hemsworth but acts like a hedge fund. He has one rule: “I don’t do exclusivity. I’m a multi-strategy fund.” HDSex and the City
“Did he mark you to market?” Miranda asks, horrified. “That’s a violation of the Geneva Convention of dating. Liquidate him.” Carrie looks at the ocean
Charlotte sighs dreamily. “I swiped right on a man who grows heirloom tomatoes. He promised a ‘biodynamic connection.’ We split the check 50/50, but he made me pay for the carbon offset. Is that a red flag?” It’s not the terror of the crash
Samantha snatches the phone. “Carrie, darling. He’s allocated you his prime time. That’s a buy signal. Last week, a VC guy sent me a dick pic that was just a spreadsheet of his vesting schedule. This is romance.”
She takes a sip of her champagne and laughs. “I just realized something.”
