Hello, Lover

I'm a Charlotte.
I want my knight in shining armor.
I like the pretty, happy things in life, like pearls, white tennis shoes, and virginal brides.
I appreciate tradition.
I appreciate conservative values.
I appreciate Jews.
I read about chivalrous men with trust funds and daydream about them.
I'm not afraid to cry.
I am a phone call away from my best friends.
Sometimes, my different orifices get depressed.
I've always wanted to be a wife and mother.

Okay, I'm a Miranda.
I always have a snide remark.
I prefer laughter over soberness.
I accidentally got pregnant.
I snapped at the nurse when she tried to cheerlead in the delivery room.
I prefer sweats to stilettos.
I want to be respected as a person and a woman, especially by men.
I have strong Type-A skills.
I sometimes eat the whole cake.
I need to work on balance.

Oh. I'm a Samantha.
I like risks.
I like risks and their payoff.
I like to feel young and alive and dangerous.
I fear my options being stripped from me just from getting older.
I don't completely trust the traditional systems.
I do crazy things and shock my friends.
I can seem rough and insensitive.
I do have a soft center.
I'm brutally honest.
I am the oldest of my friends.

Actually, I'm a Carrie.

I'm led by my emotions and I'm stereotypical.

I'm selfish but well-intentioned.

I pretend to think true love is something to snicker about, but really I just want to be swept off my feet.

I will settle for nothing less than butterflies.

I've made stupid mistakes that had all my loved ones wondering what I was possibly thinking.

I'm nostalgic but try to live wuth a blend of old favorites and re-inventions.

Just when I think I'm being taken seriously, I trip.

I always have to have the last word.

I have a substance abuse problem, only it's books, not shoes.

I self-deprecate as a form of humility...

AND I CANNOT WAIT.