Here it goes, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I've settled in for the night with a bottle of wine, sushi and my new favorite movie, Valentine's Day. I wish I had the guts to play waitress for a minute like Jennifer Garner and royally embarrass Andy and the misses like her character did to Patrick Dempsey. What a classic moment. Although I suppose I'm doing one better by posting an open diary for the masses to read and exposing not only all my dirty laundry but also those of Andy and company. Okay, must have a big gulp of wine before I begin disclosing the raw emotion and reality of a fairytale nightmare.
So let me start with baby steps and talk about the mundane details of my existence. Which is probably smart anyhow since our readership has quadrupled overnight. My name is Summer Peterson or SP for short hand. I am a thirty-five year old (thirty-six in a couple weeks, but who's counting), divorced (my birthday will mark the one year anniversary), currently involved in a long distance relationship with a man I dubbed McDreamy or as he likes to call himself Devils Advocate (he writes on the blog now too). I moved to New York City about two months ago, by way of Miami and Los Angeles. Have I lost you yet? I am the only child of a former Wall Street broker and a criminal lawyer. I was born in Miami, but grew up in New York City, Greenwich, CT and towards the end of my adolescence briefly moved back to Miami. I went to college overseas in Spain where I got a Bachelors degree. My parents divorced while I was in college. My mother splits her time between Los Angeles and the summer home on Martha's Vineyard. My father retired a few years ago, bought a place in Costa Rica and spends his days chasing twenty year olds.
So how did I get here confessing my life story to strangers? Up until last year I was happily married (or so I thought) to a man named Andy. Then one day I came home early from a business trip (I'm a fashion stylist for the rich and fabulously dysfunctional) and found Andy and his secretary buck naked in our bed. I got past the affair, I was willing to work it out, but Andy had unknowingly made the decision months prior that we were old news and had already begun planning a new life with Liz, the newest Mrs. Andy.
He moved out shortly there after and the divorce was finalized with little debate. I got the condo, some money and that's all I wanted. But, I didn't stay in LA; I packed up and moved to the sunshine state to start a new life. The new surroundings didn't help much, but nonetheless it was a much-needed change. I was offered a job in New York shortly after meeting McDreamy (who lives in Miami) and in brief summary that's how you came about reading my words on your computer.
I know back in the beginning I had said that Andy was my boyfriend not my husband and there were probably some other white lies and I apology. Either label doesn't change the reality or facts, but I guess at the time saying he was a boyfriend felt less embarrassing and more casual and to be expected. As well I never really talked about the affair, ridiculously lavish wedding or other intimate details for the same reasons.
Ultimately he did end the marriage in an email. We were trying to work it out, at least I thought so, but he never came back that night, he called it quits in a simple and brief note, "I'm sorry. I can't." That was the last formal communication I had with him until a couple weeks ago when the big bad wolf himself showed up at my door poorly attempting to win me back.
Well, I'm not sure if this was helpful. For me it's reopening a wound, yet at the same time a big relief as piece-by-piece the past is finally being put to rest.
SP
Sunday, August 1, 2010
Confessional To The Masses
We've been told by the powers that be that we must disclose all our dirty laundry as well as mundane details like where were we born, where did we grow up, what do our parents do for work, are they still alive, what do we do for work, do we have siblings, where did we go to college (if we went at all), what are our hobbies, etc, etc, etc?
I'm the first one to volunteer and step into the confessional. I knew this day would come sooner or later, although I very much wished it would be deemed unnecessary. I don't go to church, but I imagine that what am I able to disclose is what you might hear in a confessional. However, in that event it would be just you and a priest. Which I'm sure is embarrassing regardless of the sacred veil and telephone booth. But, here I am taking to the Internet and knowingly telling thousands of loyal followers the brutal truth about my once fairytale life.
I'm glad people can't comment on the blog anymore, because I'm ready to fight and I fear once I start ranting I may never stop. Which isn't to say that I won't scream and shout on here, but rather that if not provoked I will tell my story with a more neutral and calm tone instead of a Jerry Springer bitch fight.
Up until a couple weeks ago only a select few knew the real story about why Andy and I broke up. I hadn't even told my mother the brutal truth because it was too embarrassing and painful to relive. I wish I had been honest from the start with not only myself, but also my family. My mother had always loved Andy and thought of him as her long lost son. She had been planning our wedding day since the first time she met him some fourteen years ago and nearly every day after that she jokingly asked when she would have a grandchild.
A part of me didn't want to break her heart or shatter her fond memories and dreams of Andy and I. So, instead I told her and everyone else that we jointly decided to part ways. Which was part truth, but the reality was that I caught him and the now Mrs. Andy in a compromising position and while I might have been able to get over this major betrayal of trust it was what happened in the days after that ultimately terminated the dream.
I apology in advance for confusing those of you who have been reading from the start. I had made myself believe the partial truth and black out the reality for so long that I had began to forget the unsugar coated version myself. That was until the piece of coal I once called my soul mate (there's a bull shit, super sweet high word, with false hope and a Hallmark greeting card that will make you want to throw up and cry at the same time) was standing in my hallway, with a bouquet of flowers, asking to come into my home and talk. By all means, come right in. I can't wait to hear this sorry story.
As my therapist said the other day, "Everyone deals with trauma and pain in different ways. Some people stay in a state of shock for years until suddenly one day something triggers the open wound and out comes all this built up emotion. You have to ask yourself how much more time is this man worth. Take this pain and anger and channel your feelings in a productive manner."
SP
I'm the first one to volunteer and step into the confessional. I knew this day would come sooner or later, although I very much wished it would be deemed unnecessary. I don't go to church, but I imagine that what am I able to disclose is what you might hear in a confessional. However, in that event it would be just you and a priest. Which I'm sure is embarrassing regardless of the sacred veil and telephone booth. But, here I am taking to the Internet and knowingly telling thousands of loyal followers the brutal truth about my once fairytale life.
I'm glad people can't comment on the blog anymore, because I'm ready to fight and I fear once I start ranting I may never stop. Which isn't to say that I won't scream and shout on here, but rather that if not provoked I will tell my story with a more neutral and calm tone instead of a Jerry Springer bitch fight.
Up until a couple weeks ago only a select few knew the real story about why Andy and I broke up. I hadn't even told my mother the brutal truth because it was too embarrassing and painful to relive. I wish I had been honest from the start with not only myself, but also my family. My mother had always loved Andy and thought of him as her long lost son. She had been planning our wedding day since the first time she met him some fourteen years ago and nearly every day after that she jokingly asked when she would have a grandchild.
A part of me didn't want to break her heart or shatter her fond memories and dreams of Andy and I. So, instead I told her and everyone else that we jointly decided to part ways. Which was part truth, but the reality was that I caught him and the now Mrs. Andy in a compromising position and while I might have been able to get over this major betrayal of trust it was what happened in the days after that ultimately terminated the dream.
I apology in advance for confusing those of you who have been reading from the start. I had made myself believe the partial truth and black out the reality for so long that I had began to forget the unsugar coated version myself. That was until the piece of coal I once called my soul mate (there's a bull shit, super sweet high word, with false hope and a Hallmark greeting card that will make you want to throw up and cry at the same time) was standing in my hallway, with a bouquet of flowers, asking to come into my home and talk. By all means, come right in. I can't wait to hear this sorry story.
As my therapist said the other day, "Everyone deals with trauma and pain in different ways. Some people stay in a state of shock for years until suddenly one day something triggers the open wound and out comes all this built up emotion. You have to ask yourself how much more time is this man worth. Take this pain and anger and channel your feelings in a productive manner."
SP
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Ding Dong
"I Love You,” why do these three little words have such a heavy weight on people? Really what does I love you mean? It's so fake and overused. Yes, I get the whole you're "the one" Love Affair with Warren Batten and Annette Bening and some might say I'm living in this fantasy bubble world playing out my own love at first sight movie. I suppose the same people who so desperately need to hear these words are the same ones who cling to their diamond ring and thank god everyday that someone was crazy enough to sign a contract with the state to live happily ever after with them. Why do people get married? To justify a relationship? To confirm on a piece of paper their love for one another? To seal the deal? (For whatever that's worth)
In just one year so much has changed and so much more is about to. In a million years I never would picture this twist and yet it feels so right. I hope it works out, I don't expect it to be smooth sailing. It would be naive of me to think it will be perfect. Some might say it's an impulsive decision.
I had time after time picked the same physical type; Caucasian, late thirties to early forties, well educated, workaholic and time after time I had been disappointed. So I broke from my traditional comfort zone and took a chance with the unknown.
As I sit here now, just a couple months later, I'm still in shock and perhaps a bit afraid that maybe we are moving to quickly being that we really don't know one another all that well. But, this time is different, I've been so sure of anything in my life as I am about making a serious commitment to a near stranger.
I'm copying Kate and following her recent decisions. Had I from day one stated the truth and not sugar coated the reality maybe then I wouldn't have gotten myself in a pickle on a dead end road.
Tomorrow marks the fifth month of Love Bites. In April and May our blogs were on the dark side, in June we had some soap opera drama with Mr. & Mrs. JSR discovering the blog and well let's just say they don't approve. But the nearly four thousands followers sure do. This past month was all about changes and confronting ghosts. As for August we thought it would be appropriate and in a way necessary now to spill our guts (cause clearly we haven't been doing that already) and talk about who we are and how we got here. Sure, you know about the breakups and heartache, but there was a time before the drama when life was well normal and when we weren't writing a blog or a book. So the theme for next month will be the back-story of our lives.
SP
In just one year so much has changed and so much more is about to. In a million years I never would picture this twist and yet it feels so right. I hope it works out, I don't expect it to be smooth sailing. It would be naive of me to think it will be perfect. Some might say it's an impulsive decision.
I had time after time picked the same physical type; Caucasian, late thirties to early forties, well educated, workaholic and time after time I had been disappointed. So I broke from my traditional comfort zone and took a chance with the unknown.
As I sit here now, just a couple months later, I'm still in shock and perhaps a bit afraid that maybe we are moving to quickly being that we really don't know one another all that well. But, this time is different, I've been so sure of anything in my life as I am about making a serious commitment to a near stranger.
I'm copying Kate and following her recent decisions. Had I from day one stated the truth and not sugar coated the reality maybe then I wouldn't have gotten myself in a pickle on a dead end road.
Tomorrow marks the fifth month of Love Bites. In April and May our blogs were on the dark side, in June we had some soap opera drama with Mr. & Mrs. JSR discovering the blog and well let's just say they don't approve. But the nearly four thousands followers sure do. This past month was all about changes and confronting ghosts. As for August we thought it would be appropriate and in a way necessary now to spill our guts (cause clearly we haven't been doing that already) and talk about who we are and how we got here. Sure, you know about the breakups and heartache, but there was a time before the drama when life was well normal and when we weren't writing a blog or a book. So the theme for next month will be the back-story of our lives.
SP
Why Am I Still Single?
Wow! Look at how many fans! I have been somewhat busy recently and haven’t had the motivation to write. Many of the new readers may not know who I am. Let me re-introduce myself. They call me "The Man", I am a thirty something, self-employed, some say cute, single guy who is out in the crazy dating world. I am very honest and sometimes write things that should never be talked about.... but you can say I am the type of person who says it like it is, doesn’t really care to be fake, or sugar coat things.
I was once writing frequently and somewhat hooked on telling others about my crazy dates. Recently I have been slapped with the reality of me being single still. Why am I single? I ask myself sometimes "does everyone else lower their standards and just give up?", "Have they truly found the one person they can have sex with the rest of their lives?", "Maybe they are just tired of being lonely", or is the issue just me? Well, some may say I'm too picky (not true)...But has the reality of me living by my own rules for so long tend to push them away? Maybe I am just a challenge that after conquered the thrill is gone (hahahhahhaa, if you knew me you would know I could keep it exciting ALWAYS), But as I wake up alone, I often wonder if I passed up my "good years". I will always be open to change, as long as it is a two way street. In the past year I have been on hundreds of dates, many lasting a few weeks/ months, some lasting a few nights, and yet others just a meet & greet. I guess, as we grow older we know what we want, what we don't, and what we could overlook. I am not close minded in any way, read some previous posts by me and you will see, I will try anything once...sometimes twice.
Many of you read because you share the same stories, I would have to say that I may be the crazy one on here when it comes to the things I’ve tried. You never know what you've been missing unless you've tried it. At times I do the things I do because I can. I could never sit back and wonder "what if"...
Where have I been recently? I’ve been around, having private issues and don't really care to share. What have I been doing? Normal everyday life (work, bills, etc.) Do I have any juicy stories? Of course I do!! That's me! Let me tell you about the last few weeks.
Here goes.... I get a phone call for an estimate, I show up, the woman is cute and a little flirty...I don’t ever cross the line, but I didn't have plans that night. The estimate went well, I got the deposit and then..."I was wondering what you are doing tonight,” she says. Ohh boy, should I? Hmmmmm..........well I say "Just watching a movie at my house". She then asks " would you want company?" sure I said.... I head home, plug in the new air fresheners, light some candles, set the lights, and do some last minute organizing. YUP!! And you know how the rest of the story goes.... Anyone who tells you they would come to your house after just meeting them, especially after 10pm, you're going to get some!
Then there was the girl from the dating site.... We meet, play pool, have some drinks, and she wants me to spend the night... after those two failed for relationship material, there was a text by a number I had never seen. "You better come and see me this week, it's my B-Day" I text back and realize it was someone I had spoken to a long time ago. She then tells me about a small vacation she had planned for the weekend and asks, " Would you like to come?" well...why the hell not! I'm single, no plans, and it sounded fun. I packed my bags and was off.... driving three hours away for someone I had never seen in person, and was going to spend the weekend with. Hahahaha...I'm nuts! But screw it! We met, had a great weekend, and will share that great weekends memory forever. So many of you would never take the risks I would.... and why? The better question is why not?
There are very few unanswered questions in my life.... Except "why am I single?" maybe I am the "fun guy" Yup! I sure am fun!! Maybe I really shouldn't worry about the single thing too much. I'm sure there are guys/girls out there who are in failed relationships just wishing they had half the fun. It is "fun" but it's a lonely life...I eat alone, sleep alone, talk to mostly only women, and have very few male friends. I once saw the quote "You don’t know what you lost til it's gone...but it's also true, you don’t know what you've been missing til it arrives." Don’t sit back there and be unhappy...change it!
The Man
I was once writing frequently and somewhat hooked on telling others about my crazy dates. Recently I have been slapped with the reality of me being single still. Why am I single? I ask myself sometimes "does everyone else lower their standards and just give up?", "Have they truly found the one person they can have sex with the rest of their lives?", "Maybe they are just tired of being lonely", or is the issue just me? Well, some may say I'm too picky (not true)...But has the reality of me living by my own rules for so long tend to push them away? Maybe I am just a challenge that after conquered the thrill is gone (hahahhahhaa, if you knew me you would know I could keep it exciting ALWAYS), But as I wake up alone, I often wonder if I passed up my "good years". I will always be open to change, as long as it is a two way street. In the past year I have been on hundreds of dates, many lasting a few weeks/ months, some lasting a few nights, and yet others just a meet & greet. I guess, as we grow older we know what we want, what we don't, and what we could overlook. I am not close minded in any way, read some previous posts by me and you will see, I will try anything once...sometimes twice.
Many of you read because you share the same stories, I would have to say that I may be the crazy one on here when it comes to the things I’ve tried. You never know what you've been missing unless you've tried it. At times I do the things I do because I can. I could never sit back and wonder "what if"...
Where have I been recently? I’ve been around, having private issues and don't really care to share. What have I been doing? Normal everyday life (work, bills, etc.) Do I have any juicy stories? Of course I do!! That's me! Let me tell you about the last few weeks.
Here goes.... I get a phone call for an estimate, I show up, the woman is cute and a little flirty...I don’t ever cross the line, but I didn't have plans that night. The estimate went well, I got the deposit and then..."I was wondering what you are doing tonight,” she says. Ohh boy, should I? Hmmmmm..........well I say "Just watching a movie at my house". She then asks " would you want company?" sure I said.... I head home, plug in the new air fresheners, light some candles, set the lights, and do some last minute organizing. YUP!! And you know how the rest of the story goes.... Anyone who tells you they would come to your house after just meeting them, especially after 10pm, you're going to get some!
Then there was the girl from the dating site.... We meet, play pool, have some drinks, and she wants me to spend the night... after those two failed for relationship material, there was a text by a number I had never seen. "You better come and see me this week, it's my B-Day" I text back and realize it was someone I had spoken to a long time ago. She then tells me about a small vacation she had planned for the weekend and asks, " Would you like to come?" well...why the hell not! I'm single, no plans, and it sounded fun. I packed my bags and was off.... driving three hours away for someone I had never seen in person, and was going to spend the weekend with. Hahahaha...I'm nuts! But screw it! We met, had a great weekend, and will share that great weekends memory forever. So many of you would never take the risks I would.... and why? The better question is why not?
There are very few unanswered questions in my life.... Except "why am I single?" maybe I am the "fun guy" Yup! I sure am fun!! Maybe I really shouldn't worry about the single thing too much. I'm sure there are guys/girls out there who are in failed relationships just wishing they had half the fun. It is "fun" but it's a lonely life...I eat alone, sleep alone, talk to mostly only women, and have very few male friends. I once saw the quote "You don’t know what you lost til it's gone...but it's also true, you don’t know what you've been missing til it arrives." Don’t sit back there and be unhappy...change it!
The Man
Love Actually
So we aren't suppose to repeat even though most days are a repetition of the last. We've been told that we must expose more; tell the dirty little secrets of our past. Speak freely, tell the back-story, and reveal more juicy details about the sewer rats, about our personal lives because maybe then our stories will be more compelling and brutally honest.
Scandals and sex sell, drama is always more interesting than the norm. Just look at the magazine covers in the supermarket. Affairs, murder, overweight celebrity, sudden death, plastic surgery nightmares. You never see a headline like, "Bob went to the store and picked a gallon of milk." (Maybe on Bob's status update, but even then it's pulling at nothing for something). If Bob wants to create a story he should do a Hugh Grant and go down to pro row, pick him up a drag queen and get arrested. Now that would be a noteworthy comment, but Bob is a average Joe working for the man, driving his mini van around town, going to Target and Applebee's on the weekend. He is reliable and an important member of the community well so was Scott Peterson. (Not related by the way)
So here it goes, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Up until now I've sugar coated parts of my past and hidden others because even though the reality is a page turner in the end the truth hurts and in some cases is to painful to believe or relive.
I took the last few days off from writing not only because I was at a loss of words, but also because I knew that in order to move forward I would have to go back and finally make peace with my past.
McDreamy has shown me that it is possible to love again. At the same time, I am more reserved with my feelings and probably will forever guard my heart after the pain Andy caused me. But, I have begun to finally realize that Andy and I never were right for one another. I know this now, because what I feel when I am with McDreamy is far more real than I ever felt in all the years I was with Andy.
SP
Scandals and sex sell, drama is always more interesting than the norm. Just look at the magazine covers in the supermarket. Affairs, murder, overweight celebrity, sudden death, plastic surgery nightmares. You never see a headline like, "Bob went to the store and picked a gallon of milk." (Maybe on Bob's status update, but even then it's pulling at nothing for something). If Bob wants to create a story he should do a Hugh Grant and go down to pro row, pick him up a drag queen and get arrested. Now that would be a noteworthy comment, but Bob is a average Joe working for the man, driving his mini van around town, going to Target and Applebee's on the weekend. He is reliable and an important member of the community well so was Scott Peterson. (Not related by the way)
So here it goes, the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Up until now I've sugar coated parts of my past and hidden others because even though the reality is a page turner in the end the truth hurts and in some cases is to painful to believe or relive.
I took the last few days off from writing not only because I was at a loss of words, but also because I knew that in order to move forward I would have to go back and finally make peace with my past.
McDreamy has shown me that it is possible to love again. At the same time, I am more reserved with my feelings and probably will forever guard my heart after the pain Andy caused me. But, I have begun to finally realize that Andy and I never were right for one another. I know this now, because what I feel when I am with McDreamy is far more real than I ever felt in all the years I was with Andy.
SP
Pallbearer
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. The old aren't supposed to outlive their offspring, yet it seems like the young are dying more often. We hope to live forever even thou it's not possible, we assume tomorrow will always come and we never think that today might be the end.
Having now been to three funerals in less than six months, all of whom died way too soon and unexpectedly I have come to believe in nothing and trust no one.
I don't believe in God or a higher being, for if there was a God why would he or she kill the young and not just sacrifice one person, but destroy or damage the lives and history of generations to come? Is it as Charles Darwin said, the weeding out of the less suited organisms and the reward of survival to those better suited to success in the world? If this is true then why even bring these people into the world if in the end their deaths continue to haunt the living? Or is it that as a result of their tragic death that the loved ones around them wake up and change their lives?
My aunt who passed away back in March of lung cancer she was fifty-three. She was not aware she was terminally ill until just weeks prior to death and perhaps this was for the best as she was able to be normal and enjoy what time she had left. One could argue that had she been aware months prior of her terminal condition perhaps she would seen or done new things. Her older daughter is now pregnant with her first child who oddly enough is expected to be born the week my aunt died. Is this part of the circle of life and in a way turning a death into a happy occasion with the birth of a child?
Then there was the sudden death of a childhood friend's father, he had pancreatic cancer and was also fifty-three. He left behind two daughters both in their late twenties.
This week came the worst one, the passing of a family friend; he would have been twenty-one next weeks. I don't think anyone is ever ready to deal with the death of a loved one, as the physical void of this person is a permanent reminder of a life once lived and an emotional prison. The death of one will forever alter the lives of so many others and in its wake the constant reminder of careless actions will never die.
Kate
(Yes, yes I know what I said earlier and now I'm officially off duty.)
Having now been to three funerals in less than six months, all of whom died way too soon and unexpectedly I have come to believe in nothing and trust no one.
I don't believe in God or a higher being, for if there was a God why would he or she kill the young and not just sacrifice one person, but destroy or damage the lives and history of generations to come? Is it as Charles Darwin said, the weeding out of the less suited organisms and the reward of survival to those better suited to success in the world? If this is true then why even bring these people into the world if in the end their deaths continue to haunt the living? Or is it that as a result of their tragic death that the loved ones around them wake up and change their lives?
My aunt who passed away back in March of lung cancer she was fifty-three. She was not aware she was terminally ill until just weeks prior to death and perhaps this was for the best as she was able to be normal and enjoy what time she had left. One could argue that had she been aware months prior of her terminal condition perhaps she would seen or done new things. Her older daughter is now pregnant with her first child who oddly enough is expected to be born the week my aunt died. Is this part of the circle of life and in a way turning a death into a happy occasion with the birth of a child?
Then there was the sudden death of a childhood friend's father, he had pancreatic cancer and was also fifty-three. He left behind two daughters both in their late twenties.
This week came the worst one, the passing of a family friend; he would have been twenty-one next weeks. I don't think anyone is ever ready to deal with the death of a loved one, as the physical void of this person is a permanent reminder of a life once lived and an emotional prison. The death of one will forever alter the lives of so many others and in its wake the constant reminder of careless actions will never die.
Kate
(Yes, yes I know what I said earlier and now I'm officially off duty.)
Mislabeled Icon
Unknowingly my last blog about Mr. Big confused a number of readers. I had forgotten that back at the start of this blog I had originally called M, Mr. Big and now I'm praising the Chris Noths of the world.
The name "Mr. Big" has come to have two very different meanings for me. There is the Mr. Big from the iconic Sex and the City series with the commitment issues, rude and emotionless love hate relationship with Carrie that span over a decade. There were memorable fights, broken promises, an affair, yet ironically in the end Carrie and Big end up together and just like most other married couples after the chase is over they become old and boring. Mr. Big had lots of guts, even if it took him forever to figure out what he wanted. I suppose I once referred to M as Mr. Big solely because of his jackass tendencies, M never had class, balls or guts. I want to make this very clear nor did he drive around in a town car with a driver.
The other type of Mr. Big is a prince charming (if I believed in this Disney label). He is a corporate executive, has lots of class, and is a risk taker yet at the same time super romantic. If you ever get lucky enough to come across this man play for keeps.
I have a feeling I have made the whole Mr. Big label way more confusing than it was ever meant to be. Here's a thought, forget about Mr. Big in the traditional Sex and the City role and forget I ever called M, Mr. Big, as he is not and never will be as smooth or sophisticated as the HBO version. As for me, I am Carrie with a dash of Samantha.
SP is on weekend writing duty. I'll be back on Monday, have a good one y'all.
Kate
The name "Mr. Big" has come to have two very different meanings for me. There is the Mr. Big from the iconic Sex and the City series with the commitment issues, rude and emotionless love hate relationship with Carrie that span over a decade. There were memorable fights, broken promises, an affair, yet ironically in the end Carrie and Big end up together and just like most other married couples after the chase is over they become old and boring. Mr. Big had lots of guts, even if it took him forever to figure out what he wanted. I suppose I once referred to M as Mr. Big solely because of his jackass tendencies, M never had class, balls or guts. I want to make this very clear nor did he drive around in a town car with a driver.
The other type of Mr. Big is a prince charming (if I believed in this Disney label). He is a corporate executive, has lots of class, and is a risk taker yet at the same time super romantic. If you ever get lucky enough to come across this man play for keeps.
I have a feeling I have made the whole Mr. Big label way more confusing than it was ever meant to be. Here's a thought, forget about Mr. Big in the traditional Sex and the City role and forget I ever called M, Mr. Big, as he is not and never will be as smooth or sophisticated as the HBO version. As for me, I am Carrie with a dash of Samantha.
SP is on weekend writing duty. I'll be back on Monday, have a good one y'all.
Kate
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