Sex and the City Moment Number 1

I'm not one of those people who live in the past all the time. Yes, I have all the Sex and the City DVDs, but that's only because Mr. H buys them for me! I don't watch them everyday, and I only bought like one pink item from the Gap when SJ was their model. Alright! I caved and bought the InStyle yesterday, but it was a last-minute Friday treat at the Barnes and Noble checkout! Had the line moved faster...!

Anyway, here's my real-life Sex and the City moment. I'll see how many I can log, just for fun. So, I'm called to usher at the last minute for an off-Broadway show. I'm handing out the Playbills inside the theater. I hand one to this tall, handsome stranger, who looks vaguely familiar. He doesn't seem to notice me much. Was he a director I auditioned for? Who? who? He takes his seat in the first row. No, no...! Nooooo!!!! Yep, my former gynecologist. Right there. Oh, dear. It's such a small island....