As far as television show relationships go, “Sex and the City” was the one I didn’t see coming.

It didn’t sweep me off my feet like the “Grey’s Anatomy” pilot did. It didn’t give me five years of bliss before slowly losing its spark like “Supernatural.” It was, in many ways, the friend I slowly fell for.

The show debuted in 1998, when I was too young to be watching it and my older sister was way too cool to care. I was a kid, so obviously didn’t see myself in any of the women at the time, but I appreciated being privy to the adult conversations. Did they all talk and think like this? Weird!

Growing up along the border in Texas, Carrie, Miranda, Charlotte and Samantha were not women I knew in real life and not women I ever imagined myself being. But even as a preteen, I knew they were fa

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