It's haunted with cheating boyfriends and sexual rejection. He either has to say I love you back or I guess I'm gonna have to break up with him. He's just so comfortable and safe. I have one in Philadelphia, and that's close enough. Charlotte: No, metaphorically, I mean.
Carrie: You mean to tell me that Smith is a hand-holder? Carrie: Then don't you go to Paris with him. Calm down, I just asked if that seat was taken! It's gonna start to curdle in about a week. Samantha: What the hell is a diaper genie? Samantha: My God, you're turning into a man! Did I ever really love Big, or was I addicted to the pain? Miranda: No, I don't like any children but my own. It's rude and politically incorrect. And this is supposed to be a relationship! I think he's someone I could actually marry. How did they get the message that the ass is now on the menu? Miranda: Maybe I'm mistaking falling into a rut with intimacy.
It's a rite of passage few women would want to repeat. Charlotte: Early dinner with bachelor number one, late supper with bachelor number two. Well, loving yourself to a reasonable extent sets the tone of how you are going to treat others who are in a relationship with you. Miranda: Well, I know where my next orgasm is coming from. Until he does, you're a free agent.
Carrie: What, are you rating churches? Charlotte: What was the blow job of the '80s? Maybe you're on your knees, but you got 'em by the balls. Stanford: Who's watching the island? We have to run to Helga the Hot Waxer every other week, but them? Call me crazy but, I think that, you can make a point of ending your relationship in a manner that does not include an e-mail, a doorman, or a missing persons report. Miranda: Here she goes again with The Rules. Carrie Bradshaw: He doesn't need her money, he was one of the original investors in A Chorus Line. Charlotte: Well, I have them at home, but they won't fit in my purse. It's like the blind leading the blind.
What really defines a relationship? Like most other girls, I coveted Carrie; she was exactly who I wanted to be. It was like Noah's upper west side rent-controlled ark. Fuck me badly twice, shame on me. Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. She wants him, but she can't have him.
Or is it simply the feeling of being at home? Harry Goldenblatt: I think it's too late, he just said, Sex is dirty. But there is more to the deal than that. Miranda: Charlotte, he doesn't know what he's looking at. Samantha: Plus, the sense of power is such a turn-on. She was clearly sending a message. Miranda: Sure, but now he wants me to reciprocate, and I can't. Steve: Why didn't you just carry them and wear sneakers like everyone else? Responsibility is a heavy word to pronounce and heavier to live by! Charlotte: Don't laugh at me, but maybe we could be each others soulmates? Carrie: Well, on the bright side, this could explain why they don't call back.
Carrie: I tried the trapeze yesterday for that piece that I'm writing. And that's when you pull me off my unicorn. Miranda: I don't talk to Steve about my work. The series depicts the lives and loves of four single women living in trendy Manhattan. Carrie: Sounds like you're selling toilet bowl cleaner. Carrie: Later that day I got to thinking about relationships.
Bunny: That's what I used to tell Trey about you! Are we simply romantically challenged, or are we sluts? Samantha: Oh, who the fuck cares? But it was more about the fact that we got married so fast. Carrie: How long have you been waiting to say that? And honey, you should have seen my tan. But since Carrie and I are women, we will often use the end of a relationship to sort through our own existential angst! Women walk around thinking we. Samantha: Oh, hopefully, he's a gay straight man, which means he's straight with a lot of great gay qualities. Charlotte: Then I guess we'll just have to have sex at your mother's. You're talking about a difference in background and education. If you're gonna get a vibrator, at least get one called The Horse.
Miranda: Besides the thousand dollars on the end table? In fact, it's one of the few instances in my overly articulated, exceedingly verbal life where it is perfectly appropriate—if not preferable—to shut up. Big: Would you want to get married? It would be wonderful if you'd be willing to work with some of our kids who want to write. Like: Being twenty-five, singled, and female in New York. Orgasms don't send you Valentine's Day cards and don't hold your hand in a sad movie. Carrie: Oh please, listen, half the time I can't even understand him. Now I know: They are people who have recently moved in with someone. Charlotte: But you're trying to pretend that we live in a classless society, and we don't.