"My type is someone I have already dated."-Lauren Conrad
Are we rolling the same dice hoping to hit it "Big"?As young women of the millenium, I'm sure many of us have already ran into our assumed "Mr. Big", in my case it is more of "He Who Shall Not be Named", but that's another story. That guy who is despised by your friends but seems to stick to the walls of the heart like gum on heels. Sexy without speaking and arrogant as all hell. But we love them anyway, even if they are emotionally unstable, drunks, cheaters, whores, bankrupt, or just plain bad news. In the movie, Carrie and Big live happily ever after but that was after 10 years, 5 other relationships, an affair, 4 breakups, a bicoastal friendship and random occurences of accidental phone sex (which can be fun :-), embarrassing, and excruciatingly awkward). I have a friend, well let's just say an acquaintance, who seems to use this fantasy as a blueprint to justify her obsession with the largest emotional trainwreck in hookup history. The man could have been filed as a dependent on her damn taxes not to mention he could not count his number of sexual partners on both hands and both feet. How did a drunken night in the corner turn into months of humiliation and emotional bad judgment, I don't know. She claims that he has a softer side that no one has seen but I get a sense that it was the harder side of him (if you kno what I mean) that she really loved. The finesse of the forbidden fruit that women gravitate and fall prey to. It's that bitch Eve's fault, women can never resist a big snake in the tree. . But what all fallicle creatures have in common is that we are all looking for the next best thing, in this case the next best thing was an uncivilized creature in a cheap dress with two overweight children napping on her chest. Poor thang, she thought they would ride off into the sunset like B and Jay in "Me and My Girlfriend". Instead, she ends up like Foxy Brown, broke and can't even get an used tissue to wipe her ass with.She has to endure the agony of every couple turned "we are going to act like we're mature" friends. Pretending to contain composure when he glows talking about his "Idiot Pre Schooler with No Soul " better known as the new girlfriend. Being reminded that no matter how many times you throw yourself in his face, he still does not believe your "The One". Sometimes a rose is simply a rose, and a jackass is just a jackass and not some poor unfortunate soul that needs to be rescued with love. The chances of changing a man are zero to none. Big has finesse and class and really was quite honest with Carrie, whereas young boys between the ages 0f 18 to well damn near 50, decide to insert their premature tools in any open jaws and legs that are open past midnight like Wendy's. Personally, I don't have ten more years of crash and burn relationships left in my already overstuffed handbag and breath defying skinny jeans. I want someone that comes with a "No Assembly Required" stamp. Just because someone still sits on your porch after you have kicked them out doesn't mean they deserve to come back in. Hell even cancer can goes into remission, doesn't mean that round two should be aniticipated. A wise man and a Hallmark postcard said that if you love someone then you should let them go and if it yours then it will come back for sure. But do you really want to go back to being a private investigator and neurotically searching anything that serves as a means of human communication? Or having to be compared to the ex girlfriend (whom he fondly remembers as the best sex of his life)? Only to return to find an old new d----.
Are we rolling the same dice hoping to hit it "Big"?As young women of the millenium, I'm sure many of us have already ran into our assumed "Mr. Big", in my case it is more of "He Who Shall Not be Named", but that's another story. That guy who is despised by your friends but seems to stick to the walls of the heart like gum on heels. Sexy without speaking and arrogant as all hell. But we love them anyway, even if they are emotionally unstable, drunks, cheaters, whores, bankrupt, or just plain bad news. In the movie, Carrie and Big live happily ever after but that was after 10 years, 5 other relationships, an affair, 4 breakups, a bicoastal friendship and random occurences of accidental phone sex (which can be fun :-), embarrassing, and excruciatingly awkward). I have a friend, well let's just say an acquaintance, who seems to use this fantasy as a blueprint to justify her obsession with the largest emotional trainwreck in hookup history. The man could have been filed as a dependent on her damn taxes not to mention he could not count his number of sexual partners on both hands and both feet. How did a drunken night in the corner turn into months of humiliation and emotional bad judgment, I don't know. She claims that he has a softer side that no one has seen but I get a sense that it was the harder side of him (if you kno what I mean) that she really loved. The finesse of the forbidden fruit that women gravitate and fall prey to. It's that bitch Eve's fault, women can never resist a big snake in the tree. . But what all fallicle creatures have in common is that we are all looking for the next best thing, in this case the next best thing was an uncivilized creature in a cheap dress with two overweight children napping on her chest. Poor thang, she thought they would ride off into the sunset like B and Jay in "Me and My Girlfriend". Instead, she ends up like Foxy Brown, broke and can't even get an used tissue to wipe her ass with.She has to endure the agony of every couple turned "we are going to act like we're mature" friends. Pretending to contain composure when he glows talking about his "Idiot Pre Schooler with No Soul " better known as the new girlfriend. Being reminded that no matter how many times you throw yourself in his face, he still does not believe your "The One". Sometimes a rose is simply a rose, and a jackass is just a jackass and not some poor unfortunate soul that needs to be rescued with love. The chances of changing a man are zero to none. Big has finesse and class and really was quite honest with Carrie, whereas young boys between the ages 0f 18 to well damn near 50, decide to insert their premature tools in any open jaws and legs that are open past midnight like Wendy's. Personally, I don't have ten more years of crash and burn relationships left in my already overstuffed handbag and breath defying skinny jeans. I want someone that comes with a "No Assembly Required" stamp. Just because someone still sits on your porch after you have kicked them out doesn't mean they deserve to come back in. Hell even cancer can goes into remission, doesn't mean that round two should be aniticipated. A wise man and a Hallmark postcard said that if you love someone then you should let them go and if it yours then it will come back for sure. But do you really want to go back to being a private investigator and neurotically searching anything that serves as a means of human communication? Or having to be compared to the ex girlfriend (whom he fondly remembers as the best sex of his life)? Only to return to find an old new d----.
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