Carrie meets a man and they go out for coffee. She gives him her phone number and when he doesn't call she wonders what she might of done to turn him off. She later runs into him in the street and he tells her the reason he didn't call is because he's an alcoholic and his AA sponsor told him that he shouldn't start any new relationships for at least a year. He throws caution to the wind and embarks on a relationship with Carrie. Soon enough though he becomes addicted to her instead of alcohol so she has to cut him off, which leads him to alcohol addiction once again.
Charlotte thinks she's bad in bed when a guy falls asleep while making love to her so she enrolls herself in a tantric sex workshop and signs Carrie, Samantha and Miranda up as well. They go to the workshop and they all learn how to please their partner without actually having sex and Miranda accidentally gets hit by flying ejaculate.
Samantha agrees to have sex with a gay couple she knows but when the couple can't go through with it she thinks there's something wrong with her.
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Goof:Samantha says "C'mon, it's 2000", but when this originally aired, it was 1999, not 2000.
Charlotte: I'm mature enough to realize that while I may be good at some things like accessories, that I might need help in others, like...
Carrie: Well just don't drink any suspicious Kool-Aid or put on new Nikes.
Charlotte: It's not like that, it's taught by this very well-respected woman psychologist and it's called "How to Please a Man." Seating was limited so I signed you guys up. Please, please, I can't go alone, and if Bram ever falls asleep on me again I will die! Please, pretty please, pretty please with sugar on it?
Carrie: He wants to have sex all the time. It's getting a little out of hand.
Samantha: At least, he wants to fuck you.
Carrie: They were gay?
Samantha: So? One minute they were interested and then suddenly they weren't. What did I do to turn them off?
Miranda: Not having a dick, would be the thing you did to turn them off.
Samantha: How to please a man? I could teach the damn class.
Charlotte: I'm mature to realize that while I maybe good at some things like accessories, I might need help in others, like...
Charlotte: Making love. So, I'm taking a class.
Samantha: A fucking class?
Charlotte: No! A tantric sex workshop. It's called "How to Please a Man."
Miranda: I know how to please a man, just give him all your power.
Carrie: (thinks) I accepted his kind invitation because when you think about it, aren't we all in recovery from something? Drinking, drugging, our last relationship?
Carrie: (voiceover) As I walked away, I started to think, how many cute smart single smokers are there left in the world, seven? I decided to do something I almost never do. Give a man my phone number. (Turning back to Patrick) Hi. This whole burn lawsuit I plan to initiate, it might get a little crazy so here is my phone number. You'll need that for your attorney. Or if you want to have coffee again sometime. (voiceover) I left feeling great. It was such a cute approach. How could he not call? (Days later, making bed with Miranda) Come on, how could he not call? It's been three days.
Miranda: Give him twelve more hours, and then send him off to the Island of Lost Men.
Carrie: I don't want to send him there. I like him.
Miranda: Could you believe that someone actually had the nerve to call this color "Florentine Peach"?
Carrie: I can't believe you had the nerve to spend this much on sheets!
Miranda: It's an experiment. I'm trying to change my bed karma. I figure if I can make my bed a place I really want to be, others will feel the same way.
Carrie: Ah, the Field of Dreams.
Miranda: Exactly. If you build it, he will come.
Carrie: The thing that gets me is that I'm not usually wrong about the phone number size up. I don't put it out there unless I'm pretty damn sure it's coming back.
Miranda: I'm either really loving or hating the color.
Carrie: He thinks I'm ugly.
Miranda: Oh my god, get a grip. A guy doesn't call you for three days and you're ugly?
Carrie: What's your point?
Miranda: Pillow case! (Carrie tosses it to Miranda) It's amazing. We can feel totally good about ourselves, and then it all goes out the window if the guy doesn't mirror that right back to us. (looking at the pillow case) This is a little weird thing here. Damn it, does everything I bring into this bedroom have to have a flaw?
Carrie: Ha ha.
(Miranda hits Carrie with the pillow)
Samantha: Soon everyone will be pan-sexual. It won't matter if you're gay or straight.
Carrie: Just if you're good or bad in bed?
Samantha: So I'm thinking about doing it. They're cute, they're healthy...
Carrie: They're gay!
Samantha: You know for a sex columnist, you have a very limited view of sexuality?
Carrie: Gay as pink suede.
Samantha: Wake up! It's 2000. The new millennium won't be about sexual labels. It will be about sexual expression. It won't matter if you're sleeping with men or women. It'll be about sleeping with individuals.
Carrie: Or, in your case, two's or three's.
Samantha: Of course it's her! And I have to say I'm not surprised. Ever see her in a Stairmaster? Nothing happening below the waist. Nada. No sale.
Carrie: How can you say that? Even if she was bad in bed, which she isn't, is it really that important?
Samantha: Absolutely! Who we are in bed is who we are in life. I never met a man who was bad in bed and was good at life.
Carrie: And just for the record, in bed, you are?
Samantha: Don't make me state the obvious.
Carrie: How can you be so sure?
Samantha: Well, no one ever took a nap while fucking me, and I get affirmations all the time.
Charlotte: He fell asleep when he was making love to me. He fell asleep.
Carrie: He was tired, this has nothing to do with you.
Charlotte: Has a man ever fallen asleep while making love to you?
Carrie: No, but, I'm sure many of them wanted to.
Song played when Carrie and Patrick are having sex is Diana Ross "Sweet Hangover".
Music played when the gay couple try to have sex with Samantha is "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" from Tchaikovsky's ballet "The Nutcracker".
Patrick: "I screamed when I knew what you did last summer on elm street".
This is an allusion to several, horror movies. Scream, I Know What You Did Last Summer and Nightmare On Elm Street
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