I'm Here.

Right now: Austin, Texas
This one time: Richmond, Virginia
Once upon a time: Fort Lauderdale, Florida
From time to time: Brooklyn, New York

Grant me the serendipity to change
the things I cannot accept.


Andrea Greb’s “You are not Carrie Bradshaw”

See also: a persistent “nice” guy cultivating his sense of entitlement to a female’s attention and affection solely because of his persistence and “niceness.”

You know what makes a great love story? Hint: it is not complicated nor dramatic. It’s a good start when each party likes the way the other one smells (read: stinks), but it holds tight when each communicates with, respects and understands the other well, and it lasts because they want to take care of each other; see the other thrive.

What both Carrie Bradshaw and the entitled “nice guy” have in common is they are selfish and predatory. “Caring” is sneakily aggressive; aggression is disguised as “caring.” These types believe in unnecessary suffering and in earning something for said suffering, and by “earning” I mean punishing and bullying their prey until they give in.

They are not nice; they don’t “deserve” such-and-such a person just because they have spent X amount of their time or energy focusing on their prey.

You’ll go into emotional debt if that is the currency upon which you base the value of another human being; of a relationship; of what love is.

(Source: hellogiggles.com)

Big and Carrie are not a great love story for our time. They are terrible role models who made millions of women (or maybe just you) believe that if they just waited it out, kept being available and kept ruining perfectly good relationships that could have made them very happy, that eventually, a self involved and unavailable assh**e would come around and realize that you were the best thing that ever happened to him.
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