No Sex and the City

My first blog, what to say..... let's talk about the name choice, since that's probably what most of my blogs will be about anyways. I struggled to think of a name - I was aiming for something cute like Frogger the Blogger or Feliz Chica, my friend Angie suggested weird things like SpaceBalls, The Good The Bad The You, Bankers Gone Wild (which I kind of liked, actually). Then she recommended {my name} does Wichita, and I thought, I don't do Wichita, so I decided on No Sex and the City. Similar to the TV show, yes, only those women actually have sex!

I am a Charlotte. For those of you who don't watch the show, Charlotte (like myself) has a refreshingly optimistic outlook on love and romance amidst the ever-complex dating scene. I know somewhere out there is my Mr. Right, although occasionally it crosses my mind that maybe he is already dead. Hey, we can't be positive ALL the time!

Charlotte has morals, also like myself. Maybe mine are a little better, though, as she has slept with more men in the first two seasons than I have in my life. (I recently started watching the show, and I'm only on season 2). I often curse my morals. I sometimes think I would be a lot happier if I was getting laid. But that will just cause me to feel bad about myself, so I don't do it. Sleeping with a man leads to an emotional attachment to them, and I inevitably end up getting hurt. Which is probably why 80% of the guys I go out with, I don't go out with a second time.

The way I see it, men are dogs. But I know there are some good ones out there, I'm just trying to find one. I may die looking, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. I refuse to put myself and my daughter through another failed marriage.

So there will be more tales to follow about me and my ongoing effort to weed out the dogs in hopes that there is a real man out there..... somewhere.