Sex and the city

So recently, I have been aware of the fact that I've been writing a blog that seems to be a ripe off of Carrie Bradshaw's column from sex in the city. But to honest, up until a few weeks ago, I had only seen about five episodes and the movie. I happen to be completely unaware I was mimicking a TV show, well at least consciously. I was possessed to watch all the session from start to finish, because a friend of mine told me if I wanted dating advice I need to start there. For some strange reason I took this advice. After about many hours and dollars spend on Amazon instant watch, I finished all 6 sessions about a week ago.

I came to realize that I was a mixture of all the leading women, but I feel most women are. I mean it wont have been a hit show in the 90's if single women couldn't relate to it. Yet, I related mostly to Samantha and Carrie, but mostly Carrie. Maybe it was for the fact that I have a blog, write and talk mostly about boys, well now I think I'm truly moving on to men. However, besides keeping an online dairy about my personal interaction with the opposite sex, I put the pieces together and realized I seem to have the same dating style as the main character. When it comes to having a good guy be into me I push them away by being crazy, or in some cases change who I am to please and keep a relationship with a man. For example, when Carrie stops smoking cigs for Aidan, or like the time when she was into the artist and he treated her like a prince yet their just was no spark. I seem to be into the guys I cant have, or the ones who wont ever be the one you want or need. But yet, Carrie cant seem to get Mr. Big out of her mind space and continuly goes back to him after all the hurtful and disrespectful things he does to her . All Carrie's friends dislike Big, except for good old Charlotte. Charlotte is the only one who thinks they were met to be. Well most of us know how it ends up, they get married.

Yet, that is such fiction. Here's to the real thing

Appearances are everything

Have you ever left your house without your face on or in your pj's? How did it make you feel? I use to think it never matter. I always figured if you ran into the love of your life, while buying items at your corner store in your pj's and no makeup on it, shouldn't phase anyone. That future husband or friend should be able to expect you at your worst and at you're best, yes this is true; however, I've been enlightened. I won't want to approach or start up a convo with the smelly person next to me, and as they say do onto others as you'd want done to you. It seems first impressions are more important that I had given them credit for. One should be in the best form when meeting new people, that increases the chance of someone wanting to have a second interaction with you.

As I traveled through the south of the united states, I notice all the women around appear to be in the best form, while I ran around with my comfy clothes on and the makeup  from the day lingering on my eyes. I felt inadequate and not with the highest self esteem. I think how we view ourselves contributes a lot to our self worth. It shows others what you think of yourself and how you want to be interpreted. No matter how funny, smart, and caring you are, no one will be able to get to see that when the first thing they notice is this girl doesn't care about herself enough to be presentable. Now I understand why my roomies never want to go to the store in the pj's, because you never know who ya'll run into going down the allies.

My biggest female role model in my life, my mother, brought it to my attention how I have left my inner hippie become my outer self. As, she says, “it looks like every time I see you, you look like never shower.” I guess I was saving getting ready for special occasions. While San Francisco has shown me a side of myself I wanted to embrace more then I knew, one shouldn't be so extreme even if you are. Its kind of a turn off. There is nothing wrong with having hippie morals and still showering, use those ideologies when shopping down the allies at your corner store. You never know when that special moment will come. P.S, If your 12 older cousin who is a tom boy can still mange to get up everyday and get cute, so can you. First role to finding the man of your dreams, be ready anytime for him to walk into life. But wearing makeup to the gym just wont ever happen for this girl, sorry, there is no need to clog anymore of my pores. Here's to any moment being ready for any special moment and finding your ideal love.

Cheers.