What about love?

Just got of the plane from Paris, the sun is shining bright over New York City and I’m feeling like I’m home again – although I’m from Cleveland. The smell of a fresh made Starbucks latté is just what I need after tow hard weeks in Paris, a major release party for “Lacoste” and than three fashion shows for Prada’s new collection. Now I just want to get home. Get in my sweat wear, watching “Friends” and ordering Chinese. My life may seem perfect, but it’s not – I need that mister man! But he doesn’t seem to be around? Maybe I should but an ad in the paper or something... “Young PR woman is looking for Mr. Man, is that you?” - Am I that desperate? NO!

Upper Manhattan - 13/04/2001 – 6:30 am:

So this morning I woke up, and came to a conclusion. I’m lonely – except from my job. I work and work all the time, yes I have an awesome apartment, a good look and lots of money, but is it that which matters? Is it all the material stuff which matters? What about love? Haven’t we forgotten love? I think we have, we think way too much about our reputation, money and job. We forget what matters here in life – what a shame!