All I want... Is HARRY

So Kennedy and I have been talking about men lately (What else is knew). I’ve been dealing with Dean and the fact though he is devastatingly handsome he is a complete asshole. She has been trying to change her “type” from the beefy football players (who in her experience are also compete assholes) to a kinder, gentler type. Both of our issues have the exact same source. The source being that while we chase the ideal of man, we are missing out on the real adventures waiting by the wayside. The same goes for men, too. Sorry boys, there isn’t enough blonde-haired big-boobed sex bombs to go around the entire male population.

To help back up the following entry, I am going to give you a little background on the relationship between Charlotte and Harry from Sex and the City. By explaining their relationship I am going to draw a parallel to my dream man. Holler to Wikipedia for helping me explain Harry in perfection.

So Charlotte has been married to the perfect man Trey. He’s perfectly handsome, perfectly wealthy, and he has a perfect case of impotence. They argue over everything, their sex life is slowly dying, and Trey’s mother is taking over the marriage bed, literally (see episode when bedding is chosen). Eventually Charlotte realizes how truly unhappy she is, and it was time to procure a hasty divorce.

Harry Goldenblatt is Charlotte's divorce lawyer. Although Charlotte is initially repulsed by Harry's constant sweating and somewhat odd appearance and behavior, she ends up sleeping with him when Harry confesses his attraction to her. She tries to keep their relationship strictly about sex but, soon after, she gets attached. Charlotte converts to Judaism to appease Harry's requirement that he can only marry a fellow Jew, but soon ends up ruining the relationship in a fit of anger by telling him that she's embarrassed to be seen in public with him because he is conventionally unattractive. After several weeks of bad blind dates, Charlotte bumps into Harry at the local synagogue singles' night and admits her wrongs, professing her deep love for him. Harry is touched and proposes to Charlotte on the spot. Harry and Charlotte marry in a traditional Jewish ceremony. They explore their options of having children, with Charlotte at one point becoming pregnant followed (shortly) by a miscarriage, which emotionally devastates her. Finally, in the series finale, they are approved to adopt a girl from China named Lily.

The thing about Harry is that no he isn’t perfect, he isn’t beautiful, and he isn’t even able to control his sweat glands. He’s bald, chubby, but he’s completely and irrevocably in love with Charlotte. Their sex life is banging (literally) and they can’t keep their eyes off one another.

Harrys don’t have to be bald, chubby, or sweaty. In fact, they can be stunners and perfectly sculpted. The definition of a Harry is a man who loves, who doesn’t care if he looks like an idiot when he’s outside your window at 2am throwing rocks at your window in Phelps. A Harry is a man who will tell you you’re beautiful, even if it’s in front of the baseball team. A Harry is the kind of man you want to spend the rest of your life with, not just someone to spend that one night with.

Why is it, that in a world of change and acceptance, there aren’t more Harrys? Why are there not more men and women who will love without pain or consequence? Kennedy is the kind of girl who would love with every part of her, and she does on a daily basis. She has so much to give, and she gives selflessly. All I want in the world is a Harry for her; someone who will love her no matter what and whom she will return the favor. One day she’ll find her Harry, and we’ll look back at this post and laugh like old ladies recollecting their days playing shuffleboard with (gasp) men in shorts.

So ladies, take a step back and look around yourself, you may find a Harry to love. Men, find your inner Harry: it isn’t bad, it isn’t hard, and you might just find out that you’ll find love.

Always,
Your Kinseyette