The law of attractions is finally working. To think that I never
believed in it or took the time learning it. So to that end, law of
attractions took a very long time to work its mojo on me. All of
those days watching (repeatedly) HBO's hit series Sex & The City to a point
where I can rememer every line, scenes, every outfit and the countless men
Samantha shagged. I especially love the episodes about Carrie and Mr Big
and at the end of every episode, I'd imagine what it would be like to have
a Mr Big of my own. And somewhat 6.5 years later, I found him.
My Mr Big is German and of course his name is not John James Preston.
Peter's characteristic is almost Big's. He is evasive,
complicated, funny (I repeat - this German is funny!), and secretive and he doesn't
always say what he means and I'm still questioning if he meant those things he
said. With Mr Big, I try not to analyze but it's an itch I can't
help but to scratch - every now & again. How I love wasting precious
time with Peter.... we can sit in silent with a bottle of wine and it is so
comforting. He gives me comfort and it penetrates every pores and hair
folicle.
Like Ms Bradshaw, I'd put on a sexy-Carrie, funny-Carrie and my best
Dior perfume and Nine West's Kobel blue just for Mr Big. I - like every
other gal on the planet, a night out in the town and accessorized with a good
looking man holding my hand is the best thing that life could offer (and 80%
dark chocolate would go 2nd place at this point). The thought of seeing
him sends me to the moon & back, and my heart would do a series of circus
flips and suddenly, I am flooded with endorphins.
My journey with Mr Big has just begun.