Lately I have convinced myself that I am Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City.  Last weekend, while seated at a trendy bar with three of my closest girlfriends, and while sipping on a tasty Cosmo drink, I announced this Carrie epiphany of mine to my friend, Charlotte.  (Fine, her real name is, Jennie.  But whatever!  Jennie could totally be “Charlotte” if her parents had simply named her that!)  Jennie did her best that night to try and convince me that I am not at all like Carrie Bradshaw.  Her theory is that everygirl living in America, in their mid-thirties, tries to relate themselves or associate themselves with Carrie Bradshaw.  But in all seriousness, I really think that I could quite possibly be her!

For the sake of appeasing Jennie, I am going to disregard all of the stereotypical similarities that probablyevery girl likes to think they share in common with Carrie Bradshaw.  Like the fact that we both like to sip on fruity Cosmo drinks when we go out to trendy city bars.  Or that we both have bleached blond hair that can be worn both wavy and straight.  That we both love shoes (albeit Carrie’s are way more expensive and fashionable than mine).  Or that we both do our writing on Mac’s (as opposed to PC’s).  Or that we were both left in “Mexi-comas” (a state of utter depression) when our boyfriends left us at the alter.  (Okay, fine.  I wasn’t actually left at the alter at any point in my life.  But I was unexpectedly dumped by my long-term boyfriend which is practically the same thing as getting left at the alter…or kind of the same….well, let’s just say that the unexpectant dumping part was the exact same.  And Carrie and I were both severely depressed because of the way in which our boyfriends left us.)

And now, I’ll tell you why I truly believe that I, Dean, am just like Carrie Bradshaw.  First and foremost, I want to be a writer.  I want to write about sex, love, and relationships for a living.  Carrie Bradshaw was a writer who wrote about sex, love and relationships.  Coincidence?  I think not!

Next, I have a friend named Burger.  Carrie Bradshaw dated a boy by the name of Burger.  Sure, my friend’s real name might not actually be “Burger”.  But the important thing to note here is that I call him Burger.  And for whatever reason, he actually responds to this little pet name that I have given him (and has been doing so for several years now).  Therefore, it’s no fluke that Carrie and I both have this “Burger” thing in common.

Next, I was asked out on a Post-It Note.  Carrie was dumped on a Post-it Note (ironically by Burger).  Sure, I got asked out on a date whereas Carrie got dumped.  But still, in both instances, the story-line happened on a Post-it Note.  Most people in the world don’t have Post-it Note stories.  Am I right here?  Carrie and I are totally the same!

And, to top it all off, Carrie and I have the same exact Calvin Klein Bamboo bedding!  I know what you’re probably thinking.  Sure, anyone can just go to Bloomies (a.k.a. “The Mothership”) and simply purchase the same bedding as Carrie.  But I didn’t.  I have had my bedding for years and years now and it just so happens that I purchased my bedding long before I ever even knew who Carrie Bradshaw was.   True story.  I am so not lying.

Lastly, I am heading to New York City next week to finally pursue a career in writing once and for all.  I am officially enrolled in two writing courses at NYU, Mixie!!!  Sure, I may not be living in a one bedroom, swanky brownstone, in the West Village of Manhattan like Carrie did.  But I will be living in on the 15th floor of a high-rise apartment building…in Hell’s Kitchen…sharing an apartment…with two young boys who work in the financial industry.  The important thing to note here is that I’ll be in Manhattan, writing on a daily basis, and most-likely devouring a few cupcakes here and there from Magnolia Bakery….just like Carrie Bradshaw!

Now all I have left to conquer is to meet my own Mr. Big.  And, that shouldn’t be too hard to do in NYC.  Right?