So, after endless amount of hours dedicated to Sex and the City and Friends, I can take no more. I am in dire need of reality and a couple of stones in my pocket to bring me back down. I am arming myself with knowledge before I tackle being single.
Well, at least that's what I think I am doing. I don't know how confident I feel that I am anywhere closer to understanding men and their way of thinking. Watching Sex and the City for the billionth time, it dawned on me that Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and yes, even Samantha were not these female warriors. They were the same as any woman in any city. Ultimately, they were all searching for the same thing: love or in Samantha's case, companionship.
Imagine how heart broken I felt, once I discovered their dirty secret. Once again television reminded women everywhere, that you can only be so revolutionary. Granted men and women are different, feel different and think differently. There seems to be a guide book somewhere in an unattainable place where the rules of being a woman are stated. How else can the phenomena of the biological time clock? Of marriage? Of children? be explained.
When did being single at 30 mean that you'd end up with 5 cats? How is it that single men are considered more desirable the older they become? It's completely backwards and unjust.
I am obviously not equipped to play this game. I must continue on my quest for knowledge.
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