My life no longer has meaning; I might as well kill myself.

Now that ‘Sex and the City’ is off the air, I have a void in my soul that will not easily be filled. I honestly don’t know what I will now do on Sunday nights. I’ll probably slip into a heavily drug-induced coma so that I don’t cry myself to death.

Or I’ll play with my new fish.

I have wanted a fish all year, and since my favorite show has ended and the center of my world has shifted, I decided to get two fish to help ease the pain.

They are appropriately named Carrie and Mr. Big, my two favorite characters on the show. Now, even though ‘Sex and the City’ is off the air, I can still watch the torrid love affair these two have played out every week over the past six seasons.

When I went to purchase my fish, I walked up to a tank full of prospective pets, not planning on buying any specific type. Yet as soon as I began scanning the waters in which they were kept, my future Mr. Big swam right up to me. The second I looked into his big, soulful eyes I knew it was meant to be.

Now I needed to find myself a Carrie, and I knew this would be no easy task. She would have to be fashionable, eccentric and hilarious. Then I found her – swimming backwards and without a care in the world. HBO’s Carrie always goes against the grain, doing things her way – and now I have a fish that does the same.

When I first got the fish home, I had to set up their tank – complete with a castle for them to play in. Much like letting go of the ‘Sex and the City’ will probably be, this was much more difficult than I had anticipated.

While my fish were adjusting to their new environment, I decided to put some food into their tank, just in case they were hungry. But my precious fish didn’t eat anything. True to form, my Mr. Big and Carrie started their relationship together just as the televised duo had – with a healthy romp before dinner. Instead of munching away on their fish food, the fish swam around the tank together, lying on top of each other intermittently.

Now, I don’t expect my fish to give me advice about men and sex, bare their chests gratuitously or be quite as cynical as their ‘Sex and the City’ counterparts – but hopefully they’ll fill the void in my heart the show has left.

Published on February 22, 2004 at 12:00 pm