Better Than Chocolate

I’ve developed a secret indulgence. It starts in the evening at 11:00 and ends at 12:00. Tonight’s installment began with ice cream made with milk and cream from cows not treated with rBGH, whose decadence is only tempered by its simple flavor. No sauces. No toppings. Just pure naked vanilla. But this is not about ice cream.

Sex and the City. I confess. I’m a little late in the game, I know. I just started watching it and feel almost embarrassed at my newfound passion. It’s hilarious! I don’t often laugh out loud while watching TV, but I catch myself in an open guffaw inevitably more often than once per episode. The realization startles me, and I laugh at myself for laughing in the first place.

Perhaps I’m most caught off guard when I start to relate to the show, and I wonder, “Dating? Fashion? Girl talk? What’s going on here?” But it’s topics like tonight, ghosts from relationships’ past, that cause me to think about my own relationships. Which ones are still haunting me? Am I over the ones that hurt the most? Will I ever stop loving the ones I loved who didn’t love in return? If I stop caring, then the pain caused by the loss of those relationships will go away, right?

I can’t get too serious tonight. I’m tired. My head hurts. And I’m enjoying my ice cream and a night out with the ladies.

PS Nothing's better than chocolate...