Which character are you?
I think for the most part, every woman falls into one of the categories. I'm soooo Samantha. I have some Carrie moments, but for the most part, Sam is my girl. She's actually my alter ego. Living in Miami, partying is my lifestyle. When I am partying, I am Sam. I am overly confident, overly outgoing, overly dressed, and overly drunk...the life of the party 'til someone gets hurt. That someone is usually me. Who hurts me? Myself. Make sense? Nope, I know. Where Samantha and I differ is our emotions...I have too many of them. Damn it! I wish I could have casual sex and not be hurt if I don't hear from the guy again or not be disappointed if everytime he sees me thereafter it's basically with one goal in mind: SEX. I hate that feeling. I feel cheap, used, and like a hooker. This all goes back to the instant gratification thing. I see a hot guy, I approach him, I like him, I want him, I get him...BUT I usually want to KEEP him. Ladies, we all know, this is not how we keep a man. As much as I hate to admit it and as much as we hate it, it's all about the chase. Men need to chase something, so that once they catch it, they appreciate it. IT SUCKS! Women for the most part know exactly what we want, so when we find it, we're happy, we appreciate it, and want to live happily ever after. Don't get me wrong, women like a challenge too, but a fun one, not a damn near impossible one. No one ever told me being 20 something would be so complicated. What I want is simple: meet my prince charming, fall in love, get married, get a house together, have babies, and live happily ever after. When did this get so damn complicated? I think it's the prince charming part. FACK!
I think for the most part, every woman falls into one of the categories. I'm soooo Samantha. I have some Carrie moments, but for the most part, Sam is my girl. She's actually my alter ego. Living in Miami, partying is my lifestyle. When I am partying, I am Sam. I am overly confident, overly outgoing, overly dressed, and overly drunk...the life of the party 'til someone gets hurt. That someone is usually me. Who hurts me? Myself. Make sense? Nope, I know. Where Samantha and I differ is our emotions...I have too many of them. Damn it! I wish I could have casual sex and not be hurt if I don't hear from the guy again or not be disappointed if everytime he sees me thereafter it's basically with one goal in mind: SEX. I hate that feeling. I feel cheap, used, and like a hooker. This all goes back to the instant gratification thing. I see a hot guy, I approach him, I like him, I want him, I get him...BUT I usually want to KEEP him. Ladies, we all know, this is not how we keep a man. As much as I hate to admit it and as much as we hate it, it's all about the chase. Men need to chase something, so that once they catch it, they appreciate it. IT SUCKS! Women for the most part know exactly what we want, so when we find it, we're happy, we appreciate it, and want to live happily ever after. Don't get me wrong, women like a challenge too, but a fun one, not a damn near impossible one. No one ever told me being 20 something would be so complicated. What I want is simple: meet my prince charming, fall in love, get married, get a house together, have babies, and live happily ever after. When did this get so damn complicated? I think it's the prince charming part. FACK!
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Britney! I think think you're on to something here. You would think your a pro-blogger because although it's your first it's GREAT! I can't wait to read more! I LOVE U! Yvette
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