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Sex and the City opening night was packed with women. Few men, VERY few men were in the audience. They were there with their girlfriends or wives (but not both at the same time), and all exhibited the same tortured look on their face. I went there with fellow Words Cause Radio Show host Dean and a good friend of mine to see if the three of us couldn’t learn something valuable from this popular movie.

I knew going into it, I was going to need to make sure I wasn’t too hydrated. The move nearly two-and-a-half hours long. This isn’t a bad thing, but for those with weak bladders… prepare yourself. After the three of us picked up our Manly Tickets for Sex and the City, we walked into the theater behind a man who was glad to see that he wasn’t the only one with high doses of testosterone flowing through his veins.

“It’s like a sausage fest in here!” Dean couldn’t believe the number of women sitting in a single movie theater. This wasn’t like going to see an ordinary “chick flick“. Normally you’ll catch several husbands at any movie starring Kate Hudson or Patrick Dempsey. This wasn’t the case with Sex and the City. Scores of women. It was a sea of estrogen in the stadium seating theater. In fact, it was nearly impossible for us to find three seats next to each other. There certainly wasn’t going to be any way that we were going to find the obligatory five seats necessary to keep a seat in between each of us at the theater.

So the movie began, and very quickly I learned three (3) valuable lessons about men and women:

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