I am feeling more and more like Carrie Bradshaw ever since I have claimed squatter rights on the roommate's laptop since she left on Friday afternoon for home. As I was sitting on my bed this morning with the computer in my lap, I felt how Carrie must have felt when she sat down to pound out an article before deadline. Considering that I have trouble stringing coherant sentences together most of the time, I don't have a fabulous shoe collection, fit into a size 0, or have a great sex life, I guess that using a laptop while sitting in bed is our only common link. And then there are the Daily Thoughts of The Menace and The Situation/Non-Situation. Today is the kind of day where I realize that we really weren't compatible, and that I was just looking for someone and anyone and he was the easiest, most logical choice. I even think that I didn't really like him as a person so much as what he represented just by being a male and single. There were so many things about him and his personality that just didn't click with me, but for some reason I was willing to overlook these little things just so that I wouldn't be alone anymore. Is it possible that I am thankful that he didn't feel something more for me than just "buddies"? I think that I am. Let's start taking bets on how long it is going to take me to go back to pining for him. At least I can laugh at how retarded I am being.
This is coming from me over here with MY OWN Mr. Big. :)