For a long time...even before I ever saw the HBO series Sex in the City, my friends told me I was just like Carrie. I didn't have HBO, so I didn't know who Carrie was except that she was on a series that I assumed featured a lot of sex. I didn't get the connection at all.
Then Sex in the City came to network TV. And I got hooked! They were right...
Of course, there is the obvious...Carrie is a writer, I am a writer. But I quickly saw there was more...
Like Carrie, I really and truly believe in the possibility of love happy ever after...in one episode she said:
I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love.
Yup, that's me. Not the cynical, cold and fearful Miranda, the rules obsessed Charlotte or the "just the sex please" Samantha. Nope. I am the Carrie-esque believer in true love. The hopeless romantic to the core.
And like Carrie, I've had a lot of near misses. But I still believe. Maybe it goes with being a writer. Maybe it's harder to be a lawyer or a public relations specialist or work in an art gallery and maintain that belief in the white knight. As a writer, we are aware of the meaning that a single word can hold -- and of the incredible value that three words (or the absence of those three words) can contain.
And we won't even go into the shoes! I had a dozen pairs of $200+ shoes before I hit age 21! The semi-annual Nordstrom shoe sale is still something I have to avoid if I want to pay my bills. And the fact that I'm working on a high end shoe catalog right now...well, let's just say, I left my credit cards locked away!
And now, even the settings from Sex in the City are showing up! Friday night, I went out for dinner and dancing. And as I walked into the restaurant with friends and my boyfriend, I stopped cold...there in front of me, right out of Sex in the City, were the beds. The beds you were supposed to eat on! They were real! It was all I could do not to laugh out loud!
Unfortunately, no one in my group was willing to sit on the beds for our dinner so we dined at a regular table. Next to a bed. While I wondered what it would be like to sit there on the red velvet, relaxing against the pillows and eating a meal right out of a television show.
My friends have wondered why I didn't blog about Sex in the City before...and I kept meaning to. I guess it took some red velvet canopy beds to push me over the edge.