Charlotte is making love and her lover Graham falls asleep. Thus begins this episode’s drama. Charlotte tries to get comfort from Carrie, but having never had men fall asleep her, literally, her comfort is a bit lacking. (There, there, Charlotte… been there done that. It’s no fun…)
Samantha is less supportive. She claims a certain correlation between successful sex and successful life, but I’m certain there are several losers out there who are quite good at doing the deed, but terrible at everything else.
Samantha’s confidence turns out to be a bit more bloated than usual since a gay couple she knows asked her to join in between them and in between the sheets. They are a couple of gold star gay guys(look it up) and can think of no woman better than her to make all kinds of sandwiches with them.
Carrie is stunned by the obvious obstacle of their lack of interest in sexual pescetarianism. Samantha reminds her (and us) that it is (was) the year 2000 and that we should let go of labels (we still haven’t). Samantha’s sexual optimism is refreshing, though.
Later, pondering her article, Carrie is assaulted by some guy’s lit cigarette. Because she is crazy, she begins to flirt with Patrick and they decide to go have cappuccino and smoke together.
Because she is desperate, and insecure about being a smoker herself, she leaves her number with the co-smoker. He doesn’t call. She shares this with Miranda while she is playing feng shui with her sheets because she’s not getting laid either.
The next day after that she sees her smoker guy chatting it up with another guy. It’s very awkward, and Carrie assumes she was cruising a gay man, but at least that would explain why he didn’t call. However, he explains that the other guy is an anonymous alcoholic, like himself. This is a relief to Carrie.
Due to his progress in his sobriety, even after a few hot dates, they still don’t rendezvous in the bed. That is until Carrie makes the first move. They have what turns out to be his first sober screw. This is when Carrie gets a rather after-glowing review of her own.
The next morning, after ordering a personal buffet to replenish her sexual exhaustion, Carrie finds out Charlotte has invited her and her friends to a Tantric sex workshop. Oh goody…
That night, Samantha actually has second thoughts about sleeping with two gay men. This is surprising at first, but when you think about it, Samantha is all about herself. Would sex with two gay men really be all about her? She even previously advised that the “guest star” of a threesome is the best way to go, so why hesitate now?
Her reticence is quickly dissolved with the lust two men begin to feel for her. That is until they chicken out and suggest they all go for dessert somewhere less… fishy? So much for Samantha’s confidence.
Carrie is having a roll in the hay with her alcoholic and realizes he is addicted to her. Wonderful.
She tries to share this during the workshop in some foreign woman’s apartment. They are admonished for their chattiness, and frankly all four of our girls could use some sexual perspective.
Suddenly the Tantric teacher’s husband enters the room naked so his wife can massage his root chakra or taint (look it up). The girls can barely contain their laughter until the man literally erupts and Miranda is caught in the blast.
Carrie meets Patrick after that, where she suggests he try to detox his sexual desires when he confesses his love for her after a week of sex. He doesn’t take too well to her putting on the brakes.
Across town, Charlotte gives Graham a hand job better than caffeine, though we never see him again. Miranda is compulsively wiping her face where she got sprayed, and Carrie is awoken by Patrick’s drunk raving in the street.
When he couldn’t tap her, Patrick hit the tap, and stripped naked in the street. We’ve gone from Tantric to tantrum. The last Carrie hears from him is that he has to start is sobriety all over again. She muses that her sex must be at least as good as getting drunk.