Summer Break and Sex and the City


Summer Holidays are supposed to be the best time of the year (except for Christmas break), but not for me. Every year I hope “this summer will be different!”, but it’s always the same: staying at home all day drawing and watching movies, eating ice-cream with girlfriends, going to the country house with only your girlfriends and sitting in the sun all day, maybe go to the beach to Batumi with my family and a few friends. I always wanted at least one summer to be like it is in the movies: being outside all day, going to different places with different people, meeting new people and having summer romances at the beach. But none of this ever happens. So I stopped dreaming for the perfect summer. I stopped thinking about what to do on my birthday when I realized that it was never going to happen. It’s in August, the time when the town is empty and everybody is on a vacation somewhere interesting and none of them have any interest in coming to my country house at the lake because all we do on my birthday is drink coffee and eat cookies and gossip. I have never even had anyone say a toast on my birthday. The presents were always the same: money from my family members, promises of an ipod or a camera from my parents (only promises), some clothes from my sister (only if she is working in summer), and I got Bob Dylan’s illustrated book from my girlfriends last year. They had never given me a present before, because they were never there on my birthday.

This year, when I don’t want to see anyone on my birthday and just sit home and get my birthday money, everyone started begging for me to celebrate my B-day. This is the irony of life. You stop waiting for something to happen – and it happens! The only thing I want on my birthday this year is for that special someone to give me something special, or at least tell me something special. But it won’t happen, because I’m actually waiting for it to happen.

One thing I learnt and I want everyone to learn – never have high hopes for anything, so you don’t get disappointed. I know that feeling you get when someone tell you your favorite band is coming to town, or your crush has a crush on you, or your parents tell you that they will buy you a camera. You want to scream and shout and jump around, but then you feel stupid when all of this turns out to be a lie. So never be happy about anything until you are sure it has happened.

Let’s get back to summer vacations. How I’m spending my summer? Watching sex and the city – the best show ever made. My sister is away for a few days so I’m all alone and my introversion has gone even deeper. Some of my friends are in town, but I keep telling them I’m not, because I got so used to sitting in my room, watching movies and shows and not caring about how I look, that when I actually go outside, I will start feeling like an alien.

Now, about Sex and the City. It’s not only good for girls, but guys as well. None of the guys I know like this show. They think it’s stupid, dumb and slutty at times. What they don’t understand is that it’s the most realistic TV series to ever air. It shows what women think about men, relationships, other women, sex and so on. It shows how women have fun. It tell us about sex from a woman’s perspective. Men should understand that they are not the only ones interested in sex – women also have the need. Women also talk to their girlfriends about their partners and one-night stands. That doesn’t make us slutty. Men and women are equal is the matters of sex and the need for sex. A woman can have sex everyday, just like a man. She can have sex with a guy she barely knows and actually enjoy it. Women can actually have fun without men.


The best thing about SATC is that we can relate to every character and relationship. Whenever I see 4 girls walking together, I start assuming that they have already figured out which one of them is Carrie, Samantha, Miranda or Charlotte. Me and my friends have done that a hundred times, while there were for of us. Now there is 5. I was always Samantha. Not because of what I did, but because of what I said. Despite the fact that the 4 of us where or virgins back then and I had never been with a guy in any way, I sounded the most experienced of all. Because I have watched porn, masturbated, I know that sex is not just “sticking it in”, there is a lot more going on. My girlfriends were totally unaware of all that.

But now, I feel like Carrie. We have totally switched roles. The one who used to be Carrie has found her “Mr. Big” and is in  a happy relationship with him. The type of relationship were saying “I love you” isn’t a big deal anymore. I guess we all feel like Carrie when we are in search for a perfect partner, but always have that one Mr. Big on our minds. Mr. Big is the person who makes you feel weak and every time you see him, you go dumb and suddenly your desire for anything sexual increases. Big is the person you can’t resist, even if you have a special someone in your life, Big will always come and mess up your life and feelings and then disappear again.


Sex and the City is a lot smarter than people imagine. They think it’s just women talking about sex and acting like whores, but there is a lot more to the show. You have to watch it before you hate it. It will make you cry, it will make you laugh, it will make you want to call your crush, it will make you want to spend more time with you girlfriends. I have watched the show a hundred times, I have all the episodes on my laptop, and I still watch it everyday. I never get tired.

P.S “the lunch with girls” is the best thing on the show. Carrie, Miranda, Samantha and Charlotte sitting in the cafe, drinking coffee and talking about the sex they had the night before makes you want to do the exact same thing with your girls.



Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s