I always seemed to savour every moment of SATC (short for Sex and the City). The movie was just too good for me. Could have been the beautiful sights of countries all over, could have been the dream-bound wardrobe of the lucky 4 sexy americans. Many complain about the brainless, meaningless storyline. I would argue that SATC do have a few takeaway points serving as reminders for us human beings who often take “love” forgranted.
As we witness Carrie.B searching for her old self and frantically trying to find the flavour in her marriage to Mr. Big, we are reminded that every couple would reach a certain stage where they would feel lost because the romance that they initially found in each other was no longer the same romance. Tongue-tied, passionate, overwhelming kisses of love turned to hormone-responding obligatory kisses. TV time which were never actually TV time but foreplay in the works turned to bedtime stories. I suppose it helps to understand that the nerves, the pleasing, the teasing, might not be so observable years down a relationship, but the love has grown stronger, only because if you look closer at those “bedtime stories” and “hormone-responding kisses”, you are able to be that comfortable with a person who was once a stranger to you, and be happy that you are able to share the couch with that person. And this kind of romance, is as beautiful as those we find on our first dates.
Now, time for a little confession. I have been repeatedly guilty of backing out from 2 year long relationships. And the reason? The excitement and the intensity of the relationship disappeared and I panicked. I could not bear to imagine that at the age of 22, with many more decades to go, I would never be allowed to experience the nerves again. But now and then, I miss the comfort that could only be harvested after a long period of dating somebody! Till I find that person again, I shall enjoy the freedom packaged with youth, the chases, the hardcore romancing, the bbms and whatsapp (youngsters these days…) and the anticipation of finding my very own Mr. Big.