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In a single gal's life, there are three important firsts.

The first time you have sex,

the first time you have good sex,

and the first time you see

a guy-you-just-started-dating's apartment.

-Hey. -Hi.

Come on in.

Wow.

Oh. Nice.

Very nice. Thank God.

You were expecting...

Well, one never knows gentlemen left to their own devices.

Oh, you name it, I've seen it.

Pleather couches,

two foot bongs. Hm.

-Dead body in the corner. -Dead body, huh?

I only went out with him for a week after that.

-But uh... hm, so far,

nothing in here says "scary bachelor."

Except me.

Hey. I really like this wall color.

Yeah. I can't take credit for that. That's Lauren.

Ralph Lauren?

No. Lauren-Lauren. My ex-girlfriend.

She was the decorator.

Oh, uh-huh.

I'm sorry. Is that weird?

Please. Please.

You have a "decorator," I have a "decorator."

There is really no need for the ex-decorator conversation.

Got it.

Should I set the alarm? Do you need to get up early?

Nope. I'm all yours.

-Good night. -Good night.

Welcome to my house.

Oh.

Okay, what's going on there?

Oh. That's my sound machine. I'm a troubled sleeper.

Kind of hooked on it.

Uh-huh.

Frogs?

Yeah, and cicadas. Officially, we're in the rainforest.

[bird cheeping]

Oh. That there's a bird.

I feel like I'm camping. Not a big fan of camping.

Tomorrow morning, I'll make you s'mores.

Okay.

Always wondered who bought those.

Actually, it was a gift.

-Oh. From... Yeah. Hm. -Yeah, Lauren.

She got for me about two weeks after we started going out.

-Hm. -She hated it when I tossed and turned.

-It was her therapist's idea. -Hm.

Lauren always did everything her therapist...

Mm-hm. Okay. Okay.

So... frogs?

What's so bad about frogs?

Good night.

You'll see. After a while, you won't even hear it.

I could only hope he was referring to his ex-decorator's name.

Okay. One drink and then we leave.

And one drink means one drink.

Tell me why we're going to this again?

She's an old friend going through a breakup. We're being supportive.

-On a Friday night? -She tried to kill herself.

-It was six Advils. -On an empty stomach.

Oh.

The good news is I'm off the Zoloft, I lost ten pounds

and after that asshole dumped me,

I realized I have this amazing gift for designing bags.

It's a purse party.

Oh.

Isn't this precious?

You can take it to lunch.

-Hm. -Isn't life funny?

Because of that fucker, I've discovered I'm Fendi!

Buy away.

When did making bags become the fallback career?

Someone should tell crazy that owning a hot glue gun

does not make you a hot purse designer.

Don't call her crazy.

Look at this, I'd rather carry a colostomy bag.

Ladies, these aren't bags. They're baggage.

We are standing among the ruins of her last relationship.

And it was one ugly breakup.

I resent this.

The only one who should have to pay for a bad relationship

is the person in your next relationship.

True, and here's hoping that isn't me.

Last night Berger started opening the ex-file.

Fascinating. What do you know so far?

Well. Her name is Lauren,

she bought him a Sharper Image sound machine.

She's a monster.

I mean, we just started dating.

Do I really need to hear about the ex already?

Yes. The sooner the better.

Maybe it should be the later the better. Or better yet, the never the better.

That's good tuna.

Carrie, you have to know where he's been so you know what you're getting.

As long as what you get doesn't itch, I say you're fine.

Look, he has a past, I have a past.

Do our pasts really have to have a present?

Yes. At least find out how they broke up.

That will tell you a lot about their relationship.

See, I was hoping to skip all that and start fresh this time.

Is that crazy?

No. Here comes crazy.

Look at this one.

Little shoes.

-Isn't this fun? -Ah.

I mean, who needs a balding, 38-year-old boyfriend with erectile disfunction

when you can have a new career and cute cater waiters?

Excuse me. Champagne for the girls.

Have fun!

-Katie. Shoes. -Hi.

Hey. Doesn't that waiter look familiar?

I fucked him.

Oh. That guy.

It's that waiter from Raw, also known as the best sex I've had in years.

Champagne, ladies?

This party just got a whole lot more exciting.

Okay. Just one glass and then we've got dinner reservations at 66. Yes?

Okay, but I can't stay out late because I have a 9:00 a.m. conversion class

at the synagogue.

You had a two-hour class today.

I know. I'm accelerating my studies. There's just so much to take in.

The history, the tradition, the philosophy. Oy! You guys!

-That was my first oy!

- Hi, Victoria. - Hi.

A whole bunch of folks just arrived,

so I'm gonna need some more tuna tartlets.

Hello?

Oh, my God!

I'm way too fucking fragile to see this.

You're fired.

This is my big purse party.

Victoria, does this come in any other colors?

Do I look like a fucking department store?

-Get the fuck out of my apartment.

All you bitches, get out of my apartment.

Give it.

Look what you did.

I cut up my bedspread for this.

Okay, dinnertime.

The next day at Temple Emmanuel...

Soon, you'll be ready for your mikvah.

Who can tell me what the mikvah is?

Yes, Charlotte.

It's the ceremony that marks our official conversion to Judaism.

Very good.

And what does the service entail?

Yes, Charlotte.

It's a ritual bath where we are immersed in water and reborn a Jew.

Very good.

Charlotte, always the straight-A student,

took to her Judaism class like a gefilte fish to water.

As you come to rebirth as a Jew,

you'll find special and new traditions to embrace.

However, you must also bear in mind

that you'll be letting go of your Christian traditions.

Many find Christmas to be the most difficult to leave in the past.

You must grieve this loss...

it can be quite hard.

And speaking of the past...

It's half past two. You're 20 minutes late.

I know. I got held up.

I'm barely gonna make my appointment.

I'm sorry. Debby had car trouble, so I took a cab.

Debby? Who's Debby?

Debby, the girl I'm seeing.

Oh.

So, Brady's changed and ready to go. Don't forget the diaper bag.

And please try to have him back on time tomorrow.

I'm sorry. I'm never late. It's just her car--

Steve, I don't need to know. I just need you not to be 20 minutes late again.

Thanks.

Excuse me, Rabbi Minsch.

Yes, Charlotte?

Um, I was just wondering what you said about Christmas.

How exactly black and white is that?

Charlotte, as a Jew,

you have to embrace the new holidays and let go of the old.

Keeping Christmas would be like being a vegetarian and still eating meat.

Well, I wouldn't go to church or anything,

but maybe I could still have a tree.

No.

-Caroling? -Uh-uh.

-Rudolph. - No.

-But Rabbi Minsch-- -Charlotte...

if you are serious about becoming a Jew,

you'll have to let go of the attachments to your past.

From that day on, Charlotte would always think of him

as the Minsch who stole Christmas.

That night, miles from the Amazon, I was just drifting off to sleep when...

Hello?

Remember that red dress you had?

What? Where are you?

In California. In bed.

Oh.

I was sleeping.

Alone?

Yes. You woke me up.

You never used to need so much sleep, kid.

I'm old now. Like you.

So, the red dress.

Versace or Gucci?

- That tiny little strap. -Gucci.

And when I slipped one strap down, the other would fall.

-Remember that dress? -Yes.

Mm. You look good in that dress.

Yes.

Remember when I found you in your closet in just heels and a bra?

And I came up behind you and put your hands against the wall?

Remember that?

-Hm? -Yes.

So what'd you do last night?

Oh, nothing. I went to bed early.

-Had accidental phone sex with Big. -What?

Brunch is suddenly looking up.

Well, actually, he had phone sex.

I was on the other end trying to figure out a polite way to get out of it.

Turns out, there is no polite way to get out of phone sex. It's just...

I wasn't aware that you and Big had phone sex.

Occasionally. Since he moved away.

You have phone sex?

Well, I prefer to think of it not as phone sex,

so much as a trip down memory lane.

Well, the next time he calls,

just tell him that you're in a serious relationship with Berger.

But I'm not in a serious relationship with Berger. We're still just dating.

I mean, it's good dating, but we don't know where it's going yet.

Well, you're never gonna know where it's going

if you keep reminiscing with Big.

One doesn't have anything to do with the other.

I just don't know why you wanna drag all that Big baggage

into the new relationship.

It's not baggage, it's Biggage.

And Big is no more threat to Berger than Lauren is to me.

- Pardon me. -Thank you.

It's all in the past.

And on your phone bill.

He called me. I'm a lady.

Oh. Come on, pudding.

-Hey. -I'll get you a pacifier.

Yeah.

Look at all the shit Steve has in here.

Oh, honey. Isn't the baby birth control enough?

They're Steve's and Debby's, his new girlfriend.

-That's her name. Debby.

Where are they doing it? Gymboree?

Debby does day care?

Oh, honey relax. I have those in my mouth all the time.

Later that day, I got to thinking about tense relationships.

And by that, I mean a relationship and its connection to the past,

present and future tense.

At a certain age,

we've all had relationships that far from past perfect.

But how much does that past relationship affect our dream of a future perfect?

And as I became more and more tense,

I couldn't help but wonder,

can you get to a future if your past is present?

And over at Samantha's,

a day of great sex was about to fade into the past.

Are you absolutely sure you can't stay?

Yeah, I gotta pull an extra shift over at the restaurant.

I got fired from my other gig, remember?

Listen, I do feel bad about what happened.

And I wanted you to have this.

$300?

I made some calls.

That is what the A list caterer is paid.

Lady, you are fucking out of your mind.

The next morning, after another fitful night of frogs...

-So you're gonna be okay here? -Absolutely. Go.

You know, it's just stupid standing breakfast thing

with a bunch of writer buddies.

I'd ask you along but we're a pretty pathetic bunch.

Please go. And for the record, you, my friend,

are not pathetic.

-Ah.

Hey, you gonna get that?

You know what? 9:30 in the morning, one word. Telemarketer.

-I think that's a two-word hyphenate.

- Hey, Jack, it's Lauren...

It was official.

Lauren controlled every machine in the apartment.

And uh, call me, I wanna talk to you.

-Fuck you and fuck you!

Bye-bye.

-Bye-bye.

You don't want your new boyfriend

to still be in love with the ex, but you don't want...

That is not the way you talk to your ex-decorator.

Damn, and just when you thought you didn't have to open the ex-file.

So he's doing a fuck you to the ex.

As long as he keeps fucking you, what's the problem?

The problem is, what's going on there?

What big thing happened between them

that would cause a double finger situation?

And if it wasn't big, why is he still so angry?

Does he have a problem with anger?

And here come the questions.

You're right. Men are crazy.

I fucked that waiter at the party and he got fired for it.

So, I gave him $300 the next time we fucked

and now I think he's upset.

Okay. Not the same situation.

I don't see what the problem is. It's like a big tip.

Now, $300 in a restaurant is a big tip.

$300 in the bedroom is a big prostitute.

Well, at least it wasn't phone sex.

He called me.

-Yeah, keep telling yourself that.

Right on time.

And I appreciate that. I do. Come in.

I'm just getting Brady ready to go out for a night with his dad.

Packing up the old diaper bag, making sure he has everything he needs.

Uh, bottle, binkie, Trojans.

Look, Miranda--

I'm not exactly thrilled that our baby is having sex already,

but I sure am glad that he's using protection.

Got your point. Very funny.

No, Steve. Not funny, fucked up.

Come on, it's just condoms.

In the diaper bag, Steve?

How much sex are you having that you need rubbers in the diaper bag?

What's it to you?

Apparently, some of Miranda's baggage had shifted during fight.

I just don't think you're taking this parenting thing seriously.

-What? -You show up late to pick him up.

-One time. -More than one time.

There was that time, that other time when you were late.

-Okay. What's your problem? -This is not about me.

This is about your need to start taking responsibility for your child,

and clearly, there are times when you can't

because your mind is somewhere else.

What are you talking about?

Like, when your penis is in some girl's vagina

and you're having an orgasm while

our baby is quietly suffocating in the other room.

Debby and I never do it when he's awake.

Okay. Steve. You're not getting this.

I am saying, your focus needs to be totally and completely on Brady.

My focus is always 100%

-on Brady.

-Brady!

-See?

That night, the only thing Miranda and Steve

could agree on was separate diaper bags.

And may all

Your Christmases be white...

Hey, beautiful, I'm here.

What's all this?

It's my last Christmas tree.

It's July.

That's right, so it doesn't count.

Charlotte, honey. You can have a tree. Lots of Jews do.

Mm-mm. Wouldn't be appropriate.

Oh, look.

Oh. It's my favorite ornament.

"Silent night, holy night." See?

That's the holy family in the nativity.

This was my Grandma York's.

It's so old. See how there's hardly any glitter left on the baby Jesus?

It's very rare to have a blue Christmas ornament.

-Is that a fact? -Yeah.

They're usually red or green.

Silver.

Hm, gold. [sighs deeply]

Keep Christmas, who cares?

I do. I'm gonna do this right.

I'm not gonna be a meat-eating vegetarian.

No, these all have to go.

Except this one. We're keeping this.

What the hell? They were Jews too.

Dreidel, dreidel, dreidel I made it out of clay

And when it's something, something...

-"Dry and ready." -Impressive.

-"Dry and ready." -Mm-hm.

Oh, dreidel, I will play.

That night Charlotte realized the memory she was giving up,

might be nothing compared to the memory she was getting.

And Samantha realized, to make things right,

she would need to service someone else for a change.

Hello. My name is Samantha.

I'll be your waitress this evening.

Tonight, I will be serving you.

You are fucking crazy.

Well, Mr. Waiter, you have no idea.

You don't know my name, do you?

Of course I do... Paul.

It's Jerry.

I took a shot.

When you're a waiter, you must always be aware,

that the customer comes first.

It's a hard, hard job.

-You know, Samantha... -Mm-hm.

I'm not just a waiter.

Oh, is that right, Jamie?

-Jerry. -You're right.

Yeah. I'm an actor.

Oh, God. There goes my hard-on.

It's a good thing I still have mine.

Samantha had had many waiters in her past

but to the present day, this was her very first Jerry.

As for me, I spent another night

not sleeping in Berger's bed.

You okay?

No. I can't sleep.

The frogs?

No, the frogs are fine.

What's up?

Nothing. Nothing. Go back to sleep.

-Jesus. -It's the frogs. I'll turn it off.

No. No, it's not the frogs.

-It's Lauren. -What about her?

Okay for the record, I was hoping to skip this and start fresh.

But what's going on with you and the double finger?

The double what?

The other day, to the answering machine?

Oh, right.

Do we need to talk about this?

She just drives me crazy.

You know, she keeps calling here.

She wants to go out to lunch for closure.

That's her word.

I would never say "closure", certainly not at 2:00 in the morning.

She keeps bugging me.

She thinks it's important in order to move on.

What do you think?

I think that it's gonna take a lot more than a lunch.

What?

No. It's embarrassing. Uh...

She cheated on me. That's how it ended.

Uh, she broke my heart.

And pretty much killed me and I was dead.

Till you.

And then there is another important first.

The first time you realized this really might be something.

You ever been that hurt?

Yeah.

You wanna tell me about it?

-Sure.

And just like that,

we moved out of the present and into our future.

How much time have you got?

-I got all night.

So now, it was time to clear up the past.

-Ah!

Hey, it's me.

Well, hello there.

Have you got a minute?

Yeah sure. I'm just relaxing in my hot tub.

A hot tub? Oh, shame on you. That is such a cliche.

No. A Jacuzzi is cliche.

-A hot tub is retro.

Hey, remember the time we were in the jacuzzi in the Four Seasons...

Okay, okay. Hold on there, partner.

This is not gonna be one of those types of calls.

What type of call? I was talking about when you lost your necklace in the jets.

Oh.

But if you'd like to make it one of those phone calls,

I'm a $1 .50 for the first minute and $0.50 for each additional.

Please stop.

What's on your mind, baby?

I was just calling to tell you

that we won't be having any more of those calls.

Oh. Really? Why is that?

Because we're just friends now.

Those are friendly calls.

I don't talk to my friends like that.

I do.

Well, maybe that's why you have so few.

You got me there.

I started seeing someone.

Were you seeing someone the other night?

Yes. But it just got serious.

I see.

So, I think we have to leave all that in the past.

Consider it in the past.

But we'll stay friends.

Ah, friends.

Good friends.

Hm.

His name is Jack Berger.

He's a writer as well.

Okay, kid. Hey, give me a call sometime.

Any kind of call you want.

That night in the basement of a synagogue,

after 75 accelerated classes,

Charlotte, the Episcopalian princess

was reborn a Jew,

leaving the old Charlotte behind.

Was this tub drained before me?

Well, not all of her.

Hey.

I finally figured out what you needed.

-Oh yeah? -Mm-hm.

I thought about it and I thought about it,

and I narrowed it down to two choices.

A Pulitzer prize, or this?

Well, I already have a Pulitzer.

-You do? -Yeah, it's-- I don't like to brag.

Well then, I chose right.

It's for a fresh start.

It's the newest sound machine they make with many other sounds besides frogs.

I don't care for frogs.

New start, new sound.

-Deal. -Deal.

-Deal. Oh...

That same night, next to Berger and "Surf Sounds number 4, "

I slept more soundly than I had in as long as I could remember.