After the credits, we cut to Grams's, where Jen and her incredibly hideous hair wake Blandy with a cup of coffee. Blandy sits up sleepily and wonders where Grams is. "She's downstairs, stirring porridge," Jen says. "Shall we then?" Blandy asks, gently taking hold of the waistband of her PJs and pulling her towards him. "Shall we what?" Jen asks. He tugs the pajamas and smiles. "Oh, shall we that," Jen translates, sounding as though he's just asked her to drown Grams in the Charles River. She shakes her head, and Blandy blinks sleepily. Jen explains that she isn't in the mood. "Who needs mood?" Blandy -- who really isn't as horribly bland now that he has his shirt off -- asks, leaning into kiss her. Like Joey in the scene before her, Jen turns her face away. "What?" Blandy asks. "Nothing a little toothpaste won't fix," Jen snips. "Fine, don't kiss me. See if I care," Blandy says mildly, lying back down. Jen informs him that he's not "sexy when he's pouting." Jen, you're not sexy with that haircut. Blandy takes an unopened box of condoms from the bed stand and points out that they haven't had sex in week. Jen rolls her eyes and snaps that she's "not a boy," and therefore doesn't have the kind of sex drive that he does. Which, for what it's worth, is kind of bullshit. The two of them might not have the same sex drive, but I don't think it has much to do with their genders. The whole Nice Girls Don't Want To Have Sex message in this episode really pisses me off. But I'll get to that. I don't want to work myself into a lather before the first commercial break.

Jen continues, saying that she doesn't want Grams to walk in on them. Which is a fair reason not to want to get it on. However, I then advise that Jen spend more time at Blandy's, or get her own place, or start having sex when Grams is at choir practice, because, um, Grams lives there. That's a constant. Blandy sighs. "Wow, then it is true what they say. Once you start dating, the sex goes right out the window," he says. Which is also, by the way, bullshit. Besides, the old hacky joke is that sex disappears when you get married, not when you start dating. If you're going to be shoving antiquated notions of sexuality down my throat, at least get your antiquated facts straight. Jen tells Blandy that he's being a total drama queen, and he just chuckles. "You know, there are other ways to be intimate," Jen says and The Wocka Chicka Wocka Chicka Blow Job Music gets going on the soundtrack as Blandy is all, "Bring it on," and opens the blankets to her and she crawls in to cuddle, curling up on his chest. Blandy rubs her back and sighs that she was talking about "snuggling." Jen squeezes her eyes shut. "What did you think I was talking about?" she asks. "Nothing," Blandy says. Jen closes her eyes and I'm sorry, but that Girls Want To Snuggle, Boys Want Blow Jobs double standard is crap, pure and simple. I mean, I'm not anti-snuggle, by any means, but I certainly am not in favor of snuggling as a substitute for sex. The two aren't mutually exclusive, you know. You can enjoy both, without being, like, a freak. I'd like to just know why none of the women on this show is allowed to have a satisfying sex life, one where her partner doesn't run out on her, or cheat on her, or bore her, or drive her to alcoholism? Can't someone on this show just have sex and enjoy it and be okay with it? ["No." -- Sars] Please note that I'm not saying that Jen isn't allowed to turn it down once in a while. Everyone's not in the mood sometimes. But she should be able to say, "I don't feel like it, honey," and leave it at that, without any of this I'm A Girl And Girls Don't Want Sex idiocy.