So I watched yesterday's episode of "Sex and the City." Yes, I'm a guy, and I watch "Sex and the City." You want I should kick your ass to prove my security in my manhood? That's better.

Now then. There's two things that I took note of in the episode. And in recent style, I'll break them out in numbered form.

1. Carrie muses near the beginning of the show about something to the effect of, "There's three things that people in New York are always looking for: a great job, an apartment and a significant other. Why is it when we have two out of three, we always focus on the one thing we don't have instead of recognizing the fact that we have the other two?" It's not just in New York, it's everywhere. Even here in L.A. I have the job (despite recent tensions mostly fomented by my own screwups and a few bombshells that have been dropped), I have the apartment, but I don't have the woman. And I feel the lacking, especially given the fact that friends have recently become involved while I sit off on the sidelines or I come along as an odd-numbered wheel.

Even my best friend has said as such. Two years ago, we met up for a weekend in San Francisco, and on the spur of the moment, we had our palms read by some women who was sitting by the wharf with some fold-up chairs and a card table. She told me that once my career came into focus, everything else would fall into place -- including relationships. My best friend still hasn't forgotten that, and she reminds me of it often and, especially recently, has been telling me that I'm primed for a relationship and I should find myself a woman.

Yeah, well, easier said than done. But it's still at the forefront of my mind. I may have the cool job and the great apartment, but it's still preying on my mind that the last third of the puzzle is still not locked into place.

2. Carrie muses at the end of the episode that it's better to know that a person who you "sparked" with is out there, even if you can't have them. I wholeheartedly disagree. Even if it's unrequited, someone who ignites that spark in you is someone who you want to hang on to and make a part of your life. Knowing they're out there and you can't have them is one of the worst feelings that someone can have, because you go around thinking either that someone else is with the person who ignites your flame, or that you know that there's a chance the two of you could be great together, but it just can't happen -- either by circumstance of another relationship, distance, whatever.

It's like eating the best meal you could ever eat in your entire life, or driving the most perfect car you've ever driven, or hearing the most wonderful music you've ever heard, or seeing the most incredible movie you've ever seen -- and you can't ever behold it again. You know it's out there. You know it exists. But you just can't have it past that one time. (Pardon me while strains of Howard Jones' "No One Is To Blame" run through my head.) Do you honestly think it's better that you had the taste, that you had concrete proof that it exists... and that you can never experience it again?

It's not that you were in a relationship and it ended. It's not like you got involved with someone and you miss the passionate times, it's not like the spark cooled. You never had that chance. The spark ignited, and then the match went away, leaving you to burn out on your own.