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Chapter_1
Chapter_2
Chapter_3
Chapter_4
Chapter_5
Chapter_6
Chapter_7
Chapter_8
Chapter_9
Chapter_10
Chapter_11
Chapter_1
401 The Agony and the 'Ex'-tasy
If you're single... there's one thing you should always have... when you go out on a Saturday night.
Your friends.
Why are we walking so fast?
Are we in that big a hurry to get to an engagement party?
What, don't you guys want to go?
I did, until I saw this invitation.
Let me see that again.
''Two souls, one thought.'' That is sappy.
That is totally not like Danny.
Must've been her idea.
Two souls, one pushy fiancée.
Come on, it's beautiful.
it’s a big, romantic gesture to express how they feel about each other.
lf two people have only one thought between them...something is very wrong. Cab.
I remember when Danny had more than one thought... and they all involved going up my ass.
You had sex with Danny?
He's cute, straight, and we've know him for 10 years.
Haven't we all had sex with Danny?
Yeah, that one weekend that I was bored.
Just a New Year's Eve kiss.
I showed him a boob in a coat check room.
Just one?
I sensed he couldn't commit.
We're over here.
Baby lamb chops. This is quite a spread.
Two souls, one big budget.
There he was, the fiancé du jour.
Hey, look who's here!
Congratulations!
Thanks.
And this is my other half, Hailey.
Congratulations.
Hailey, this is Carrie and Charlotte.
Miranda.
Oh, Miranda.
Right. Sorry.
I'm just a little overwhelmed.
Danny!
Couldn't remember my name?
Maybe you should've showed him both boobs.
And across the room from the two soul couple...I told the other numb nuts I wanted a Grey Goose an hour ago.
Chop, chop....a man with no soul. So, Phil, what is it that you do?
I'm a TV agent, and I fucking love it.
What a beautiful wedding ring.
Where's your husband?
He's not here.
We're actually taking some time apart.
We're separated.
Not legally separated, nothing legal. God, no.
We're just taking some time to figure things out.
We got married really fast.
Love at first sight.
Didn't think it through.
So now we're talking and trying to figure out what he...actually we, he and I, really want.
We love each other so much...but that doesn't always mean a marriage is working, oes it?
It does not.
We had some problems in the bedroom.
But it was more about the fact that we got married so fast.
So now we're just talking and trying to figure things out.
Just talking, nothing physical.
I think it's better if we just talk.
So we are talking till we figure it all out.
So no, he's not here.
Okay. I have to....Don't talk to her.
Charlotte realized that she and Trey were two souls... with too many thoughts.
The minute we met it was perfect.
I knew we were meant to be together.
I could stop looking, I had found him.
Congratulations!
And what about you guys?
I'm not dating anyone.
What about you, Miranda?
Seeing anyone special?
Actually, no.
But I am seeing a whole bunch of un-special guys.
That's one of the requirements to date me.
''Are you special? Sorry, move along.
''But if you have any un-special friends, could you give them my number?''
I'm serious. Do any of you have a totally un-remarkable friend...or maybe a house plant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?
She's hilarious.
Hey, what the hell was going on in there?
Felt like your comedy routine should have a two drink minimum.
We were standing in a group of married or engaged women.
Just trying to avoid the pity party.
And I thought it was a cocktail party.
We were the only single people in there.
Miranda, we're the only single people any-where.
Are you telling me you didn't see all those...
''Don't worry, you'll find someone'' looks?
Nope, didn't see them.
Hey.
Society views single people our age as sad and pathetic.
I don't need that judgment hanging over me.
I go on the offensive and make them laugh.
Okay, Shecky.
You know what?
Sometimes I think people in couples wish they had our lives.
Nope.
We make them uncomfortable, and they don't know what to say.
And you're sure you're not overreacting?
Yeah.
Coming.
God. Yes.
What are we doing?
Goodnight.
Charlotte.
I thought it was the horsemen of the apocalypse.
I cannot go to any more parties until I know what we're going to do.
About what?
Us!
I've been awake, wondering if we should stay together in spite of issues.
I don't want to confuse you, so I made some notes.
You made some notes?
It helps me to be clear.
One, sex life.
The sex we had on the floor of your apartment...was quite good, actually.
One time.
That does not a marriage make.
Come inside.
Maybe we can rack up a new score.
Two, you only want me when you can't have me.
Did you make a note that mentions...how beautiful you look tonight?
We have some big decisions to make.
Trey....You have a boner.
You are just so beautiful.
I can't discuss my notes if you have a boner.
Come inside.
I cannot come inside, we are separated.
I have more notes.
I think about you every night.
May I take off your panties?
Don't.
All right.
You said you didn't want to be married.
But now I don't know if I want to be married.
Trey, are you....That night, neither Charlotte nor Trey came inside.
I'm not quite sure what to say.
I'm sorry, Charlotte, may I get you a hankie?
It's too late for a hankie.
This isn't working.
Whatever this is we're doing, it isn't working.
Just please stop calling me.
I'll call you when I've figured out what I want.
Charlotte, I love you.
Send me the dry cleaning bill.
Trey may have had a lot of flaws, but bad manners wasn't one of them.
It was a lovely, uneventful Saturday morning.
Three lattes, two newspapers, and... one dating service application.
''Dear single.... ''
Single? You don't even have a name?
I'm single, I don't deserve one.
That's the postal equivalent of a drive by shooting.
I thought those 57 menus I get every day from Hunan Moonan were annoying.
Look at this.
''Don't let your soul mate slip away.''
It's almost a threat. It's like, ''We have him. He's just waiting for you.
''But hurry, 'cause he's slipping away.
There he goes.''
Soul mates only exist in the Hallmark aisle in Duane Reade drugs.
I disagree.
I believe there's that one perfect person out there to complete you.
And if you don't find him?
What, you're incomplete? It's so dangerous.
All right, first of all, the idea that there's only one out there...why don't I just shoot myself right now?
I'd like to think people have more than one soul mate.
I agree, I've had hundreds.
And if you miss one, al