The Marrying Type
I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not “the marrying type” (as Mr. Big said said to Carrie in season 5 of Sex and the City…LOVE THAT SHOW!). If there ever was a “Charlotte” (the traditional idealist) period in my life, I’ve long since passed it. My therapist wouldn’t allow me to get bitter enough to turn into a Miranda (the bitter cynic….LOVE HER!) and I’m far too sensitive to be as promiscious as Samantha (the wise don’t-give-a-damn slutty one…SHE ROCKS! ). Also make sure that if you have any of the previous forms of advertising. cheapest viagra in australia The Reasons behind a Man’s Inability order cheap viagra to get an erection of the penis for sexual intercourse. Think about Lamaze classes for you could try this out discount brand viagra pregnant women. The medical analyzers have viagra shop online elaborated that PDE5 enzymes administer actively in the penile region & thus helping for the efficient flow of the blood along this region. What’s left? Maybe I am a new archetype. The contented unattached serial monogamist (still working on the contented part).
On top of full-time professional employment, personal upkeep, and endless striving for self-improvement, the idea of “wifedom,” (it’s too tiring to even describe…you know what I mean) is not sounding too attractive to this lonely soul. Maybe I’ll just find a closeted gay man to keep up my wardrobe and decorate, so I’ll feel more balanced taking care of the kids and the cooking (because let’s face it, I like kids and I like to cook…)…
In a society where thirty-four single women become sociological studies, it’s important for me to face the facts of who I am.
Just for today, I can entertain the thought of eternal singledom (that can’t be a word…I need to go to bed).
Perhaps, Stella that is time to close the book on “Sex and the City” potion of your life. Like the Carrie character realized that, Furniture boy and the French painter were not what she needed. Carrie is a martini drinking, cigaret smoking, New Yorker. She needs Mr.Big.
Stella it’s time to stop searching for who Stella thinks she needs to be and instead just be Stella. Return to Your Mr. Big.
That sounds great…but, who is my Mr. Big?
I don’t know who your Mr. Big is; Howver if you just be Stella perhaps he will show up.