As most of you may or may not know considering my "last thoughts" on this here blog, I am HUGE mega-fan of Sex and the City. I have seen every single episode at least 5 times or more, and I was proudly (not unlike the Star Wars cloak-wearing weirdos) first in line to see the movie. Although, I can also say that I did NOT sashay into the theatre carrying a pink cosmo in 4 inch Manolo Blahnik's, and a limited edition Dolce and Gabanna dress. The movie was up to my standards with the needed happy ending that all single 30-something women long for. I was not dissapointed at all. And while I try to leave my posts understandable and familiar in content to most readers, sadly, I am afraid that if you are not a follower or even vaguely familiar with SATC...you may not fully be able to comprehend, or digest this post. So...guys...you have been warned. I have figured something out... Doug is MY Mr. Big. Ok, well I kinda sorta HOPE that he is anyway. I have fully decided head-on tha...