That night, Erin and Duncan head to the Brass Monkey pub. Erin discusses how she's always in a long-distance relationship. Duncan asserts that he is more than happy to be in New York at her beck and call. He seems really enthused about the relationship, but she has a dubious look on her face and starts to ask him things like, "What's wrong with you?" I don't know their story, but they're interacting like they're on their third date and barely know each other. They totally met on Chemistry.com, those dirty hipsters. They conclude that they are both fools for love and that they "have no time to waste" before he leaves on Sunday, so she sips her cocktail and makes the sex eyes at him...
Before we can get to the next mind-numbingly banal scenario, I must comment on the massive Great Danes we see in one of the five minutes of filler shots that are laced between every scene. And my comment is this: I love how some New Yorkers have this irrepressible need for massive pets. I once had a neighbor with a Newfoundland. He was black, FYI. So, one day, she was sitting on the stoop, and the dog was sprawled out in front of her. For a good 20 yards as I approached, I truly thought there was a bearskin rug on the sidewalk. Another time, I saw a person walking both a Great Dane and a Chihuahua. It looked a little like this and was quite possibly the most wonderfully comical juxtaposition I have ever beheld.
So, with much excitement, Whitney receives her brand new couch at her brand new Gramercy apartment, and she, Erin, and Jay excitedly go about finding a place for everything. Jay asks about Duncan, and Erin gushes that they said "I love you" to each other last night. After the martinis and the sex eyes, in bed, I'm guessing. Jay wonders if it's too soon. Erin knows it is too soon in the abstract sense, but Whitney puts on her conductor's hat and boards the Love Train to back her girl up. Jay suggests Erin might just be in the throes of lust. For her part, Erin doesn't seem to care, because she's getting sex regardless. As we head into commercials, Whitney has one of those vacant, eye-darting expressions that we're meant to believe is her being miffed with Jay for not getting all gung-ho about professing his love. Except she's probably just trying to decide if she's really happy with where the movers left the couch.
The next day, Whitney and Erin walk around the Central Park Reservoir. Dubbed-over Whitney bitches about Jay's anti-"L Word" stance. It's so stereotypically boy-girl/sex-love that I can't even get into it. Whitney supports Erin's nose-dive into lurve but admits there is too much messiness between her and Jay to go there. They stop to bask in the autumn sun, and Whitney reflects, "It seems I'm slowly figuring everything out in the city... except for the guys." Excuse me for a minute while I vomit. Erin assures her the rough-and-tumble NYC mating dance is a rite of passage. Then they gawk at some joggers in short-shorts. Dubbed-over Whitney decides to have the relationship talk with Jay. "Good things come to good people," claims Erin. Oh, if only... I'm a good person! What did I do to deserve a half-hour with Olivia every week? On the upside, Nevan hasn't appeared yet, so maybe that's my dispensation.