“I’ve slept with women quickly and I’m still single. So my new thing is, I just want to try to sleep with somebody I care about” – Aidan
Hold up a minute. Miranda finds out in this episode that she has chlamydia, following a routine trip to the gynaecologist. There’s nothing surprising about that, but here’s the mad bit: it was the first time she’d been tested. What the hell, ladies? Given you’re asking yourself the question in the episode’s title, that seems more than a little bit irresponsible. Even madder is when she tells Steve, and he replies: “I don’t even know what that is, but it sounds like a problem.”
Meanwhile, Charlotte has a jarring experience with a lovely guy who unwittingly shouts out “You fucking bitch, you fucking whore!” when he comes, Samantha’s neighbours are unhappy about her slutty antics (they’d bitten their tongues up until now, but her late-night liaisons are compromising the building’s security), and Carrie’s forgotten what chaste romance feels like.
Aidan is a man who knows what he wants: a non-smoking girlfriend who’s willing to wait. And wait. Carrie’s initially baffled that he lets a week and a half go by without trying to get in her pants, but as time marches on she fears they’re slipping into the friend zone. Then they have a bath together. Then they go to a blues club. Then Aidan presumptuously arranges a dog-sitter. Romance is not dead after all.
Samantha moves to the meat-packing district after the neighbours start sharpening their pitchforks. To be fair, one of them sustained a pretty serious eye injury thanks to her opening the door at 2am, so I can’t really blame them.
Carrie’s column: Are we simply romantically challenged, or are we sluts?
Fashion: The patchwork coat was back again. Maybe Aidan complimented her on it or something. Carrie matches her trousers with Miranda’s top when they go for a style-challenged stroll in the park.
Puns: None – the slut-or-not soul-searching was serious business.