Single life in a Sex in the City World…. PART ONE
I have been thinking about this topic for a while but for now I will make this a small blog series while I formulate my thoughts… please let me know what you think and your opinions and ideas…
PART ONE
My roommate and I have a secret addiction to Sex in the City. We own the DVDs and watch episodes when they come on TV. We uses “City-isms” in referring to men. When in a discussion about men you can often hear us saying “He is so your Big” and “He is a turtle. Total fixer upper” Krista is a Charlotte and I am Carrie. We mesh well. The series makes us laugh and cry and think and feel good about being strong and being single.
The truth is, series or not, I actually like being single. It may be my commitment phobia talking or my terrible past experience, but at this moment I truly enjoy being single in the city. I am city girl.
I love my overly girly duplex. I love that I have a Marilyn Monroe picture and sewing bust with a vintage dress on it in my living room. I love that we used pinks and oranges and deep reds to decorate the house, and my books and DVDs are arranged by color because that’s what I think looks the best. (It tends to drive men and some woman crazy) I love that I am short bus ride from downtown, and across the street from my favorite restaurants.
I love getting together with girlfriends and having a cocktail and seeing a band and dancing and getting home at whatever time I chose. I like buying shoes and furniture without having to worry about how my shopping affects someone else’s budget. I like being home alone and curling up in my favorite chair with a good book and not having to entertain anyone. I like dancing around my room in my underwear and taking as long as I like to get ready. I like takeout for one and leftovers, and eating spaghetti o’s right out of the can for dinner, and a fridge that has ice cream, wine, and pickles in it.
I like that there are opportunities out there. I like that men pursue me. I like that I don’t have to make any choices and fall in love with the next man who chases me, but I have the ability to. I like that I can decide what I need, and what is healthiest for me. I like dating. I like being wooed. I like the thrill of romance and even the heartbreak that comes with failed attempts. I like that I have great girlfriends and a great roommate to come home and talk and process with.
I like all the thing that make my life very Sex in The City. I like the shoes and the bars and the girlfriends and the dating and the coffee shops and the dancing.
But I am missing one thing in my Sex in the City lifestyle…
The Sex.
(Y’all didn’t think I was going to go there did you?)
I don’t have sex. The truth is, I don’t even kiss. I haven’t really kissed in over three years and I haven’t had sex in much much much longer.
And I have been thinking about how hard it can be to be 28 and a single christian girl in a sex in the city world.
You can begin to feel as if your only three options are marriage, promiscuity, or becoming the “cat lady”. You know what I am talking about. No one wants to be the lady who locks herself in her house and knits sweaters for her cats and has terrible taste in clothes and reads romance novels and dreams of being kidnapped by a pirate who looks like Fabio. (It is much better if the dreams involve a Johnny Depp Pirate. Then it is acceptable.)
As a single woman you can begin to feel as if to be empowered you must be sexual, and aggressive, and selfish. The alternative is to be boring, unattractive, and lonely.
That just isn’t true. And as much as I do love all the things I mentioned above, I love that I can be all those things and do all those things and still glorify God. I can be fun and fabulous and have a sexless in the city lifestyle.
But how?

