You know, the gay guy is the single gals safety net.
I think it’s romantic if someone offers me a seat on the subway.
Bitsy Von Muffling-Fine may have the right idea. Maybe we should stop looking for a great relationship, and settle for a fine one.
Wake up Carrie, how many more times are you gonna go through this? He is bad for you. Every time you get near him you turn into this pathetic, needy, insecure victim, and the thing that pisses me off the most is that you’re more than wiling to go right back for more.
Later that night I got to thinking about men, and women, and relationships. More to the point, how women feel men disappoint them in relationships. Then a radical, almost earth shattering thought popped into my head: What if everything isn’t the mans fault? After a certain age and a certain number of relationships if it still isn’t working, and the exes seem to be moving on, and we don’t, perhaps the problem isn’t the last boyfriend, or the one before him, or even the one before him. Could it be that the problem isn’t them, but horror of horrors, is it us?
Charlotte: I wish there were no men.
Samantha: Oh God, call someone. She's gone insane!
Charlotte: If there were no men then we wouldn't feel hurt, and we wouldn't be disappointed. And we wouldn't be spending our entire night sitting here obsessing about them. I'm so over men.
Maybe we only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished.
You slept with him didn’t you? Oh, that’s where the problems begin. You sleep with someone, and you start rationalizing away all the red flags.
I wanted a man who would commit, not a man that was committed.
Miranda: Could the penis dent the baby?
Carrie: Where do you think dimples come from?