Mr. Big
I've been wanting to write this for a while now, so I went for it. I didn't bother to edit, though, so I apologize for any grammatical or spelling errors.
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It's odd. Every girl has her dream guy, the one who will whisk her away from the toils of female life, the only man who will ever hold a candle to her father. Every generation seems to have a name for him- the knight in shining armor, the "one", Mr. Right. But in our generation, women no longer search for Mr. Right. We want our Mr. Big.
I spend a lot of time wondering whether I've encountered my Mr. Big, without realizing how monumental he will become. It is a far more modern outlook on the so-called Perfect Man- instead, he is the Perfect Opponent.
There was a reason Barbie broke up with Ken. Mr. Right is outdated. Not even a plastic bombshell with intelligence and a convertible expected to find a man who fit into the hole of her puzzle. Even if the piece was the right shape, there had to be something wrong with the design work. Or if it seemed like it was made to fit, it would be missing a chunk from years of being tried by another puzzler. Yes, even metaphors have baggage.
Just when modern woman was starting to realize that the sensitive yet strong, understanding yet manly, intelligent yet humble man was not likely to come along while her eggs were still fertile and boobs were still standing tall, she found the new model.
Mr. Big was created for Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City, but was adopted by women all over the world as their symbol of hope in the male sex.
It's not even Chris Noth, the Mr. Big actor, either- even if you're a Steve fan or a Smith girl, those men are the Mr. Bigs of Miranda and Samantha's world. They are the men who rocked them.
Mr. Big is the male (or female, if you swing that way) who takes your crap. The one who makes you so angry you could burn a hole through his skull with your laser vision, and makes you laugh a second later. The one that can cause your tears as quickly as he can wipe them away.
Mr. Big might not come into your life and immediately melt your heart with rose bouquets and textbook passion. He will more than likely show up several times throughout your dating life, perhaps earlier, and maybe later. He's the one you will remember the most, the one who will take up the most room in the story of your life. Maybe he won't be the one you will love the most, or the one who hurts you the hardest, but he will be the one who changes your life.
Ah, Mr. Big. I wonder if I HAVE met him. I wonder if any of my friends have. The men we are involved with now may be the reason we wake up in the morning, the reason the world turns- but who are we to know who we'll meet tomorrow? Maybe that kid from freshmen philosophy whose name you can't remember will show up in three years as the co-worker who reinvents your outlook on life.
Or maybe your current flame, or ex-flame, will show up later with a newly-turned leaf and you will realize that it had been him all along.
They aren't RIGHT. I don't think there is any way to feel whether someone is RIGHT for you. Humans, particularly women, are constantly evolving- physically, emotionally, spiritually, and every other-ly- so it would be impossible to predict which mate would effectively fit your life pattern. It is much more promising to expect that presence, that essential figure who will show up and match you, if even just for a moment. That, for me, is a realistic expectation of a soul mate.
It'll happen. It may not feel Right. But boy, is it gonna be Big.
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It's odd. Every girl has her dream guy, the one who will whisk her away from the toils of female life, the only man who will ever hold a candle to her father. Every generation seems to have a name for him- the knight in shining armor, the "one", Mr. Right. But in our generation, women no longer search for Mr. Right. We want our Mr. Big.
I spend a lot of time wondering whether I've encountered my Mr. Big, without realizing how monumental he will become. It is a far more modern outlook on the so-called Perfect Man- instead, he is the Perfect Opponent.
There was a reason Barbie broke up with Ken. Mr. Right is outdated. Not even a plastic bombshell with intelligence and a convertible expected to find a man who fit into the hole of her puzzle. Even if the piece was the right shape, there had to be something wrong with the design work. Or if it seemed like it was made to fit, it would be missing a chunk from years of being tried by another puzzler. Yes, even metaphors have baggage.
Just when modern woman was starting to realize that the sensitive yet strong, understanding yet manly, intelligent yet humble man was not likely to come along while her eggs were still fertile and boobs were still standing tall, she found the new model.
Mr. Big was created for Carrie Bradshaw on Sex and the City, but was adopted by women all over the world as their symbol of hope in the male sex.
It's not even Chris Noth, the Mr. Big actor, either- even if you're a Steve fan or a Smith girl, those men are the Mr. Bigs of Miranda and Samantha's world. They are the men who rocked them.
Mr. Big is the male (or female, if you swing that way) who takes your crap. The one who makes you so angry you could burn a hole through his skull with your laser vision, and makes you laugh a second later. The one that can cause your tears as quickly as he can wipe them away.
Mr. Big might not come into your life and immediately melt your heart with rose bouquets and textbook passion. He will more than likely show up several times throughout your dating life, perhaps earlier, and maybe later. He's the one you will remember the most, the one who will take up the most room in the story of your life. Maybe he won't be the one you will love the most, or the one who hurts you the hardest, but he will be the one who changes your life.
Ah, Mr. Big. I wonder if I HAVE met him. I wonder if any of my friends have. The men we are involved with now may be the reason we wake up in the morning, the reason the world turns- but who are we to know who we'll meet tomorrow? Maybe that kid from freshmen philosophy whose name you can't remember will show up in three years as the co-worker who reinvents your outlook on life.
Or maybe your current flame, or ex-flame, will show up later with a newly-turned leaf and you will realize that it had been him all along.
They aren't RIGHT. I don't think there is any way to feel whether someone is RIGHT for you. Humans, particularly women, are constantly evolving- physically, emotionally, spiritually, and every other-ly- so it would be impossible to predict which mate would effectively fit your life pattern. It is much more promising to expect that presence, that essential figure who will show up and match you, if even just for a moment. That, for me, is a realistic expectation of a soul mate.
It'll happen. It may not feel Right. But boy, is it gonna be Big.