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after I have sex. Oh sure, I'd like to, but what's the point?"
    We all sat back smugly, sipping tea, like we were members of some special club. We were hard and proud of it, and it hadn't been easy to get to this point—this place of complete independence where we had the luxury of treating men like sex objects. It had taken hard work, loneliness, and the realization that, since there might never be anyone there for you, you had to take care of yourself in every sense of the word.
    "Well, I guess it's a lot of scar tissue," I said. "All those men who end up disappointing you. After a while, you don't
    even want to have feelings anymore. You just want to get on with your life."
    "I think it's hormones," said Carrie. "The other day, I was in the salon getting a deep-conditioning treatment because they're always telling me my hair is going to break off. And I read in Cosmo about male testosterone in women—this study found that women who have high levels of testosterone are more aggressive, successful, have more sex partners, and are less likely to get married. There was something incredibly comforting about this information—it made you feel like you weren't a freak."
    "The trick is getting the men to cooperate," said Charlotte.
    "Men in this city fail on both counts," said Magda. "They don't want to have a relationship, but as soon as you only want them for sex, they don't like it. They can't just perform the way they're supposed to."
    "Have you ever called a guy at midnight and said, T want to come over,'
    and had him say yes?" Carrie asked.
    "The problem is that sex doesn't stay done," said Charlotte. She had a name for men who were fantastic lovers: Sex Gods. But even she was having trouble. Her most recent conquest was a poet who was terrific in bed, but who, she said, "kept wanting me to go to dinner with him and go through all the chat bit." He'd recently stopped calling: "He wanted to read me his poetry, and I wouldn't let him."
    "There's a thin line between attraction and repulsion," she continued.
    "And usually the repulsion starts when they begin wanting you to treat them as people, instead of sex toys."
    I asked if there was realistically any way to pull off this whole "women having sex like men" thing.
    "You've got to be a real bitch," said Charlotte. "Either that, or you've got to be incredibly sweet and nice. We fall through the cracks. It confuses men."
    "It's too late for sweet," Carrie said.
    "Then I guess you're just going to have to become a bitch," Magda said.
    "But there's one thing you forgot."
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    "What?" "Falling in
    love."
    "I don't think so," Carrie said. She leaned back in her chair. She was wearing jeans and an old Yves Saint Laurent jacket. She sat like a man, legs apart. "I'm going to do it—I'm going to become a real bitch."
    We looked at her and laughed.
    "What's wrong?" she asked.
    "You're already a bitch."

MEETING MR. BIG
    As part of her research, Carrie went to see The Last Seduction at three in the afternoon. She had heard that the movie portrayed a woman who, in pursuit of money and hot sex and absolute control, uses and abuses every man she meets—and never has a regret or one of those expected "Oh my God, what have I done?" epiphanies.
    Carrie never goes to movies—she had a WASPy mother who told her that only poor people with sick kids send their kids to the movie theater—so it was a big deal for her. She got to the theater late, and when the ticket taker told her the movie had already started, she said, "Fuck you. I'm here for research— you don't think I'd actually go see this movie, do you?"
    When she came out, she kept thinking about the scene where Linda Fiorentino picks up the man in the bar and has sex with him in the parking lot, gripping a chain-link fence. Was that what it was all about?
    Carrie bought two pairs of strappy sandals and got her hair cut off.
    On a Sunday evening, Carrie went to