Sex Addict

It's Tuesday (or Wednesday) night. I'm trying to study, but the TV seems to be calling me to turn it on, kind of like that "My precious" thing from Lord of the Rings. I fight it for a few minutes....must.....not.......watch.......SEX AND THE CITY!!!

That's right - I am a "Sex" addict. When it was on HBO (and as a good little Christian girl), I appropriately denounced it. But one night, as I was flipping through channels, I passed over TBS, and there it was. I decided to watch so that I could "educate" myself about what's new on trashy TV. But something bad happened.....I LOVED it.

Ugh...I so love this show. Forget liking it for all the wrong reasons, which are probably true - you have to admit - it's pretty interested. These four city girls - there's something about each one of their lives that reminds us of our own (and absolutely DOESN'T remind us of our own, but that's another blog). Career, friendship, dating - it's all there - albeit full of sex and impossibly large New York apartments, although not as ridiculous as the one on Friends.

Do I want to be cured of this STD? Honestly, I'm not sure. And other Chi-girls aren't either. I already have 2 good girlfriends that admit to being Sex Addicts too (although I'm sworn to secrecy), and I am pretty darn sure that they are not the only ones. Admit it, chics - you love that Mr. Big!