Let me tell you something I’ve learned about men. They always come back and 98% of the time it’s more for them than for you. Everyone has been tweeting and instagraming episodes and classic lines from the epic show Sex and the City because they just had their 20th Year Anniversary!
I can’t help but think…
It’s so hard to believe that it was that long ago.
I say this as I sit on my couch in my house dress, on a Friday night, eating Madagascan Vanilla Bean Talenti while binge watching Season 2 of SATC (the best season of all, don’t debate me).
Carrie Bradshaw of SATC, along with Sidney Shaw, of my favorite movie of all time Brown Sugar, were the reasons why I moved to New York City. I moved to the city for: the love of fashion, to be a writer, for the bustle of the city and of course to fall in “can’t breathe without each other” love. When I moved here I’d been dating the same man off and on since middle school. Yes, middle school. How Tragic. He was perfect and popular and of course his mom hated me (probably for good reason). I had built this whole life for us in my mind in my teenage angst that carried over from year to year until I was in graduate school. We did manage to have a real relationship but it was mostly because I was so sure about us and he always had one foot in and one foot out. He’d dangled just enough feigned interest to keep me around. The first time he told me he loved me it was in a sigh of defeat: Alriiiight alriiiight I give in, I love you. Not much unlike Mr. Big to Carrie the first time he said: Alright, he fuckin’ loved her. Less than a year after moving to New York City, my ex was engaged to someone else.
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I’m so grateful for moving to New York City. I moved for the fashions and got it. My hairs still stand on end when the lights go up at a runway show and I’m actually seated in the audience. I moved to write and in 2010 I started this website and in 2016 started my own digital magazine. I moved to be a part of the bustle of the best city on earth and I’m still in awe riding along FDR at night looking at the city all lit up to my left. I moved to fall in love and I did, a few times (dating in New York is incredibly tricky) but the best was falling in love with myself. I love myself so hard, I don’t think I could ever tolerate anything less than what I want and deserve. I may never get married and if I do that person will be nothing less than an exceptional addition to my already fulfilled and amazing life. And I damn sure won’t spend an ounce of time or energy trying to convince them of anything. My Mr. Big married another woman and on the heels of his impending divorce a few years later confessed that I was indeed the one. I was what he needed all along. Vindication is a powerful aphrodisiac and hindsight is always 20/20. Like I said, they always come back but they think they’re coming back to the old you. Sorry, she’s gone.
I dedicate this to all the Mr. Big’s and the Women Who Loved Them
*FREE EVENT ALERT*
Let’s do a favorite pastime of Carrie Bradshaw and do some vintage and thrift shopping!
Join me Friday June 15th at the Artist & Fleas Vintage Showcase Shopping Party from 6-8pm. We can laugh, drink, listen to good music and shop the night away in the best city on earth. Refreshments and Tote Bags will be provided!
Soho, 568 Broadway
Hope to see ya there kids.