Carrie, in dark jeans, a white cardigan, and this crazy French maid lingerie thing (which I like -- I wore a Pucci slip as a top to a Puma party last week. A slip skirt, on top. Over jeans. Shut up, it looked good!). The four black bobby pins she's rocking, I'm not going there. She's holding a Fendi baguette between her teeth, and lets the machine pick up a call. It's Berger. I saw this scene already on The Daily Show. He makes sweet cute to her answering machine, and she grins like a jack o' lantern. He's picked out a movie, times are up to her.
Over lunch with the girls, she hashes out the cute details of the call, then says how she loves this time right before the first date, since everything is already fine and she can imagine only the best things happening. Mir looks at her and asks, "Why all the drama?" Carrie says because she really likes him, and imagine what that does to a girl? She looks hard at Mir, and Mir says, "Say no more. Really, say no more." Carrie says that after Berger called, another guy called wanting to date her. Yeah, when it rains, it pours. Um, are those bananas on Sam's sweater? Is that Stella McCartney, or what? It's the most whimsical thing I've ever seen on Sam. She chirps that Carrie's "stock is up!" And that's enough of that. We get the theme; can we move onto the question now? Char talks Carrie into a "simu-date" with the second guy to take the edge and pressure off this movie with Berger. Is this the feminine equivalent of guys masturbating before they take a chick out, so if they score, they won't blow their wad so fast? It seems a lot more complicated.
Finally, we get to the question. And as usual, I'll try to answer it for you. Carrie types in her apartment, pondering the differences between the stock market and dating. "If you have a bad stock, you can lose your shirt. If you have a bad date, you can lose your will to live." Or, if you have a good date, you can lose your shirt. Hell, you can lose your shirt on a bad date -- just leave afterwards and don't call. So, she wonders, when it comes to love and finances, "why do we keep investing?" Well, to try to be successful. Or, because people are stupid and never learn. Either one works.
Mir, her heart already invested, calls Steve. She's written down what she wants to say on a yellow legal pad. She gets the machine, and starts off too softly, then ahems weirdly, then sounds way more chipper and enthusiastic than her usual self. It's hilarious. She suggests "dinner tomorrow night. Magda can watch the baby. And oh! It's Miranda! And BEEEEP. Bye." Hee.