Call me slow, but I just saw the SATC movie last week on HBO. I know! My life is such a flurry of mind-boggling, fabulous events that I did not have time to see it when it was in the theater. Right. However, being an absolute devotee of the series, it felt like an old friend was visiting when I curled up and watched the movie in my living room.
Except the old friend kinda grew up and left me behind.
You see, Carrie Bradshaw and I had more in common than an obsession with bizarre fashion, overpriced shoes, and being from the Big Apple (thank God she finally threw Jennifer Hudson in there as a nod to all the sistas in NY-shoot, black people, period. I'm just saying!).
Where was I? Oh, yes-my girl Carrie. See, I actually had a real life "Mr. Big" thing going on. This on-again, off-again, but ever-present man in my life was just as frustrating to wrap my brain around as Big was. I could catch him, but I couldn't really ever reel him in. But it was ok; as long as someone as fabulous as SJP was going through something similar as well, I didn't feel like such a loser.
Unfortunately, as the movie unfolded, I noticed something. Carrie and Mr. Big had evolved to the next level. They were becoming a real couple who were not afraid to discuss the elephant in the room. I mean, I know Big rescued her in Paris and brought her back to NY to show how much he really loved her, but I figured that was going to be the extent of it. Surely, the movie was going to bring them back to their familiar reckless dance, right?
Well, well.
As much as I relished the satisfaction of their love conquering all, I couldn't help the irony of the fact that I was watching the movie alone while my "Big" was who-knows-where, probably doing things I didn't want to be thinking about with someone else. You see, we had our 5th and final break up about 2 months ago. So where did that leave me? Alone, in Atlanta (ok 20 miles or so west of Atlanta) on a Saturday night watching my relationship-challenged television "counterpart" get her man! Florida Evans said it best: damn, damn, damn!
But, you know what? Being the "glass half full" type of chick that I am, I vowed later that night to dig myself out of my spinster-like, sexless funk and do what my friend Carrie did: press on and live life, regardless of my relationship status! Yes, yes! That's what I have to do, I decided.
Men don't want a woman who reeks of desperation and a look in her eyes that say 'I'll take you, even though you don't come anywhere close to my standards'. Uh-uh! I'm gonna slide on those Jimmy Choos (ok Nine Wests) and swing my fine self down the road and live my life to the fullest. He'll find me soon enough.
However, just a warning to him (and I pray he looks exactly like Dhani Jones): when he does decide to get in the game--watch out! Cause it's been a while and things could get pretty interesting.
