… when there is a Sex and the City 2 preview. Never ever. Never even leave house.<\/p>\n
30.000 girls in front of the cinema. A queue of several thousands of girls at the entry line – lucky we were even able to come close to the beginning of our movie. When exiting the cinema, the lines have extended even more. There are girls everywhere. Hundreds of girls at the toilet, hundreds of girls at the hot dog kiosk, hundreds of girls on the stairs, the elevators. But then there is more. Thousands of girls in the city, no men to be found. SATC-Partys everywhere. Even at Midnight dozends of girls at the cafeteries while it’s raining cats and dogs and getting cold like hell. But still wearing mini skirts, high heels, chit-chatting all the way, mobile messaging, bitching, ass-shaking, laughing and making men’s well deserved quitting time a Nightmare on Frankfurt Street.<\/p>\n
Don’t they need to go to work tomorrow? Well, i’m a geek. I work late, get up a late and don’t get girlfriends. But they are girls. They need sleep to look nice. Tomorrow they must be doing something, right? Like hairdressing, cosmetics, shoe-buying, cooking, cleaning or at least blowjobbing their husband instead of invading my night<\/strong>. Probably they just don’t have husbands. Or a feeling for social responsability towards the people that bring this world forward.<\/p>\n