Mr. Big had his flaws...and so did Carrie. But deep down, they were perfect for each other. In fact, in many ways...they were mirror images of each other. Sure, they knew how to push each other's buttons. And yes, they both played a lot of games...and danced around their true feelings for each other. But in the end, they had so much in common. They loved New York. They loved going out on the town and enjoying the city. They loved going out for a great meal, going dancing, doing quirky, classic things (like horse-drawn carriage rides...dancing to oldies....going to jazz clubs.....)
Plus, they cracked each other up--brought out the silly side of each other. That's when you REALLY know it's right--when you can be in the midst of a heated argument...and suddenly burst into laughter. I think Big was cooler than people give him credit for. And he came through for Carrie in ways she needed most. I loved the episode where...at the end of a crummy birthday, in which she was left hangin' at a restaurant by all her friends who never showed....she walked home alone, only to find Big waiting for her with a bundle of red balloons and champagne....and a Happy Birthday when she needed it most. He was cool like that.
Sure, it's easy to rubber-stamp him with various cliche labels. And neither Big nor Carrie were perfect. But they were perfect for EACH OTHER. And there's no doubt they loved each other. It just took a long time for them to finally admit it to each other.
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