So I’m nearing the end of my third, maybe fourth, Sex and the City marathon (I’m currently on episode two three four [what, I’m a slow writer, watching TV and have a dog that needs to pee a lot, ok?] of season six part two [six part two?]) and I already know exactly how it’s going to end. It’s my third or fourth time watching the box set I borrowed from my sister (over the years, not all in a row, I’m not that pathetic), not to mention having watched it during it’s original airing and random double-reruns on Bravo every Friday night (or was it Saturday night? It’s been a while since Bravo was a part of my cable package). I’ve seen both movies in the theatre. Yes, even the ridiculously offensive second one. I own the first on dvd, and cry every time (and hate myself when I do, just so we’re all on the same page).

So to say I’m pretty familiar with the characters is an easy statement. I identify with all of them, but like most girls (I’d imagine), I identify most with Carrie. Though, I’m sure, some would say I’m more a Miranda or a Charlotte. (Maybe there’s some kind of online quiz I could take that would give me a definitive answer, but in the meantime, I’ll consider myself a 75% Carrie, 11% Miranda, 9% Charlotte and 5% Samantha.)

Anyway, as a Carrie, and after meeting the men she’s been with over the years, a girl has a tendency to form an opinion.

Allow me to start at the end-ish, with Aleksandr Petrovski (because it’s who she’s with right now as I’m watching). I don’t like Aleksandr. I don’t find him sexy at all, and apparently that’s his pull. It’s kind of nice that he’s romantic, but I mean, he’s old. He’s too old even for Samantha (and she dated a senior). Not to mention he’s an asshole. No, Aleksssandr doesn’t do it for me.

And now to the very beginning, and end I guess, to a one Mr. Big. I get the allure. He’s tall, dark, and (as the producers of the show would like us to believe) handsome. Personal taste, I guess. He seems all “Mr. Serious” when you first meet him, but he knows how to have fun. And he knows how to spoil a girl, and girls like to be spoiled. But he’s selfish. Sure, he’s upfront about it, but there’s a point in life where you have to make a few sacrifices, and if you can’t even budge an inch, this girl ain’t interested.

Upon my first marathon viewing or two I thought I was an Aidan man - er - woman. Dude is hot (even the first time around when he was kind of a chubster, sitting on the chair eating a bucket of KFC in his tighty-whities while rubbing his belly), and especially during his second incarnation when he was fit and had a real haircut. He was kind, considerate, sexy, fun, good around the house - all in all he was pretty darn perfect. He knew how to love and could even forgive the unforgivable. His only flaw was loving Carrie, and not me (tee hee).

We’ll forget about that weird jazz guy (skippity boo ba dahh), because, after watching Elaine’s struggle with her jazz guy (I know, wrong show), we know that just because he can play the sax, doesn’t mean he’s good at sax! Buh-dum-chhh

Which only leaves one more. Jack Berger. How adorable is he! Carrie and Jack hit it off from their very first meeting, and I feel that Carrie was most comfortable and herself with him. Ok, yeah, so he had a girlfriend. It allowed Carrie to enjoy a crush for once in her adult life, and who doesn’t love a good crush? Sometimes crushes are more fun then the real thing, but not in Berger’s case. In Berger’s case, once he ditched the girlfriend (“F#ck you, and F#CK YOU!” double-finger, remember that?) the real thing was better. They just seemed to fit so well together. She’s a writer, he’s a writer. She’s sorta funny, he’s very funny. She tells the truth, he tells the truth (“He’s just not that into you!”). I think I fell in love with Berger when he ran into Carrie (not literally) at the rest stop and was terrified because a big bug just hit the visor of his motorbike helmet. So freaken cute. If you can just get past the fact that the guy broke up with her on a Post-It (“I’m sorry, I can’t, don’t hate me”… I won’t Berger, I won’t), he’s darn-right perfect.

So, do you agree? Disagree? Am I crazy?

There are times when I feel the need to share every waking thought with the world (twitter) and times when I want to share semi-personal thoughts with the world (tumblr) and times when I need to work out really personal thoughts (my private blog) and times when I just don’t feel like sharing anything at all and at those times I don’t think anyone will notice my absence from their feeds but there are a few concerned citizens out there that do take notice and one in particular who will take the time to send me a quick message to see if everything is ok and that’s one of the things that make them so special to me.

But I got to thinking that it would be really interesting to take all my posts from my various outlets and plot them on a chart in contrast (conjunction?) with recent life events, such as breakups, holidays or periods and things.

So I’m going to see if I can do that. Stay tuned…