One week later, Mir fakes more orgasms with the ophthalmologist, Sam dances with the salsa club guy, and Char? Gets into it with the actor who lives next door and serves as her handyman, just when he was about to take a job on a Christian soap opera in Salt Lake City.
Carrie, in a gray sleeveless Rolling Stones t-shirt, types away, pondering if the fear of being alone means women fake a lot more than cup size, orgasms, and fur. Like, relationships. The question of the week is: Is faking it better than being alone?
The usual montage of people answering flashes by. One woman says her husband "likes thin, blonde WASPy types, so, now [she is]!" Yikes. Talk about making a positive change...except for the positive part. One guy says his wife is "an idiot," and "every day with her is like a trip to Idiot Island." He won't tell her how he feels, because he's scared she'll leave him.
Carrie is holed up in her apartment, refusing to leave while that magazine is on the newsstands. God, dramatic much? There's 52 weeks in a year; you've got only seven days of torture. Of course, she has to milk it. She and Mir and Sam are killing time watching soaps. A soap opera guy climbs on top of a soap opera gal, and she starts moaning sharply, but in a good way, like she's enjoying herself. Mir says that this is why guys are so clueless when it comes to women's orgasms. Because men get sex tips from soap operas? Really? Wow. Mir says, "What's the big mystery, it's [her] vagina, not the Sphinx!" Hee. Sam says if she had a son, she'd teach him all about the vagina. And I'm sure he'd stick his fingers in his ears and yell, "LA LA LA LA LA," just like Jack Osbourne did the other week. I'm still recovering from the time my mom told me making love was a beautiful thing. Kids just don't want to hear that from their parents! It's healthier than repression, sure, but still. Ew. Sam says she has a date with the salsa club guy, and from the way he dances, she's certain she won't have to fake anything. Way to rub it in, Sam.
Sam and her club guy dance. He asks if she likes the Hamptons. No. Sam loves the Hamptons. He says he has another salsa club out there, and they can go, together, and check it out. He uses the word "we," which makes Sam get all misty and reverent.
Wham, they're undressing each other. "WE" can cook lobsters, "WE" can sail a boat. Whatever "WE" want. Sam listens, and lets the guy do her.