by Jimmy Jacob

I met this remarkable girl a couple of years ago. She was witty, smart and had a love for horror films from the seventies. We started dating and everything was going great until she uttered these following words: “You’re so my Aidan.”

Now, I really wish I had no idea why being referred to a character John Corbett plays on Sex And The City was a bad thing. But, I did and it wasn’t pretty.

You see, I’m nothing like Aidan Shaw. I don’t build furniture. I don’t have a wonder dog. I’m a chain-smoker who writes about relationships.  Hell, I’m more of a Carrie than my ex likes to think she is.

But after hearing those words, I knew that Mr. Shaw and I had one thing in common–we were both second best to the women we loved.

Trying to hide my knowledge of Sex and the City, I shrugged my shoulders like I didn’t know what she was talking about and then she proceeded to take out her Sex and the City season 3-DVD set and made me watch the show from episode 5 and on.

Now, when there’s an Aidan, there has to be a Mr. Big. Every girl claims to have a Mr. Big in his life and this emotionally incapable douche named John (trust me…from experience, all these guys’ names are John) will somehow mess things up for the men who have the “Aidan” label tattooed on their foreheads.

I have no idea if it was pure coincidence, or if she desperately wanted to emulate Miss Bradshaw’s fictional life, (I’m going with the latter), but she ended up cheating on me and leaving me for an on and off douche boyfriend, who ironically didn’t want anything to do with her after she was out of a relationship.

Since having my heart stomped on by her, I have been very selective when choosing partners. If they even have Sex and The City as their favorite show on their profiles, I ignore them. (No matter how beautiful they are.)

After watching the show and watching how Carrie somehow ends up with Mr. Big at the end, I realized that delusional women will always think there is a future with their elusive and emotionally-challenged ex-boyfriends because of this god damn show. I was so close to acting like a douche bag myself. I wanted to find a poor girl and dump her without notice while leading her on at the same time. I thought that if I treated women like back-ups, that maybe I would be cared about.

I realized that was beyond stupid.

I’m a good guy…not a NICE guy, but a good one. Hopefully like Aidan, I will be able to settle down with a woman that really appreciates me and we can name our babies after potato products. Unfortunately, I fear that Miss Carrie Bradshaw-wannabe will be chasing the dragon so to speak and will miss her opportunity to be with a good man if she continues to strive for the impossible dream.

So ladies, if you know what is good for you, please stop comparing the men in your life to a show that was primarily written by women and a homosexual man who sold out by providing an ending to a love story that would never happen in real-life.

In the end, you will be the ones that will hurt the most and really, who needs that in their lives?

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Jimmy Jacob is a freelance writer from Toronto, Ontario and co-editor of Personals Facts, a blog that was created for readers who are simply tired of often getting lost in a sea of online dating sites and unreliable sex advice.
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ED NOTE:

So readers, what do you think about that? Do you agree? Or disagree? Frankly I only half agreed. I have Sex and the City in my CD collection and I categorically have never referred to any guy as an Ex or a Mr Big. I reckon Jimmy Jacobs shouldn’t make such sweeping generalizations about women – lest he might miss out on Ms Right who just may happen to own a Sex and the City DVD.