Welcome to the age of un-innocence. Instead we have breakfast at 7 am and affairs we try to forget as quickly as possible. Self protection and closing the deal are paramount. Cupid has flown the co-op. After he left I cried for a week. And then I realized that I do have faith. Faith that I will one day meet someone who would be sure that I was the one. And finally, the most important break-up rule: Season 2, Episode 12, La Douleur Exquise! I wanted to kill him. Ok, just calm down.
There are ways to make it work. Men do this all the time. Women walk around thinking we. And their version of we is me and my dick. Is that too much to ask? For the rest of my life. And I just cannot believe this is happening… again. I must be a masochist or something. I was in an SM relationship with Mr. To some, pain implies growth. But how do we know when the growing pains stop, and the pain pains take over? Are we masochists or optimists if we continue to walk that fine line?
When it comes to relationships, how do you know when enough is enough? Fine, go to Paris. But what happens to us next year when you decide you just have to go to Brazil? This is about work. This is about us getting closer and you getting so freaked out that you have to put an ocean between us. Why is it so hard for you to factor me into your life in any real way? I guess old habits die hard. Yeah, I bet you do. You said you loved me. Then why does it hurt so fucking much?
On the way home I was furious. Not with Big, with myself. I was the real sadist. He might be the one with a whip, but I was the one who tied myself up. Tied myself to a man who was terrified of being tied down. There were no words left. After we made love, I knew it was over. Did I ever really love Big, or was I addicted to the pain?
The exquisite pain of wanting someone so unattainable. But there was nothing exquisite about it. We spend our childhoods playing games. Were they just primers for the games we play as adults? Were relationships just a big chess match, strategy, moves counter-moves, all designed to keep your opponent off-balance until you win? Was there such a thing as an honest relationship? Or was it true — do you have to play games to make a relationship work?
Then I had a thought. Maybe they need to run free until they find someone just as wild to run with. Later that day I got to think about fairy tales. What if Prince Charming had never showed up? Would Snow White have slept in the glass coffin forever?
Or would she have eventually woken up, spit out the apple, gotten a job, a health care package, and a baby from her local neighbourhood sperm bank? Do women just want to be rescued? Season 3, Episode 2, Politically Erect Miranda: But you did let him back into your life. Lots of flaws that make me not want to stick my neck out.
But then there is a lot of really great stuff too. You gotta put a better spin on it than that. Things you like about Steve. See which column is longer. Miranda, you are judgmental. Do you have a rolling pin? Are you kidding me, I use my oven for storage! The following Monday Samantha and I were the definition of civilized. I paid good money expecting to be eaten out.
This is not the conversation I wish to have as my most amazing self. Sometimes you just know. Men are like cabs. They wake up one day, they decide they are ready to settle down, have babies, whatever, and they turn their light on. Sorry, I refuse to believe that love is that random. Most men I meet are flashing yellows. They can drive around for years picking up women and not be available.
Was every second of our lives controlled by fate, or was life just a series of random occurrences? Would I never run into Big, and would there ever be a good time to see him? There should be some sort of city-funded break-up housing for those who find themselves in need. Like a big orphanage filled with white beds where old boyfriends could think about what they did wrong and cry themselves to sleep in a clean, safe environment. But is it really that cut and dry? It seems that when it comes to the affairs of the heart, there is a battle between what we know and what we feel.
But what do you do when you find yourself in a situation that leads back and forth between left and right side? When it comes to relationships, is it smarter to follow your heart or your head? Carrie voice-over while hugging Aiden after he offered to strip her floors: Here in my arms was a guy who wanted to make my home better.
And somewhere out there was a guy who wanted to pull it apart. I thought about choices. Since birth modern women have been told that we can do and be anything we want. Be an astronaut, the head of an internet company, a stay at home mom. But is it possible that we have been so spoiled by choices that we have become unable to make one. That a part of us knows that once you chose something — one man, one great apartment, one amazing job — another option goes away.
Samantha sick with flu and sleep-deprived to Carrie: There are two types of guys out there — the ones that hold your hand, and the ones that fuck you. Carrie in an aside voice over about her affair with Big: Oh, we are not alone. We have each other. Later that night I got to thinking about safe sex. Odd how only when our physical lives are at risk do we follow certain guidelines to protect ourselves. But what about our emotional lives? And even if you take all the precautions and emotionally try to protect yourself, when you crawl in bed with someone, is sex ever safe?