I can’t take this, Carrie thinks, waking up one morning. She lies there, watching Mr. Big until he open his eyes. Instead of kissing her, he gets up to go to the bathroom. That’s it, she thinks.
When he comes back to bed, she says “Listen, I’ve been thinking”.
“Yeah?” says Mr. Big.
“If you’re not totally in love with me and crazy about me, and if you don’t think I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life, then I think I should leave”.
“Uh huh” says Mr. Big.
“Really, it’s no problem”.
“Okay” Mr. Big says, somewhat cautiously.
“Soooooo… is that what you want?”
“Is it what you want?” says Mr. Big.
“No, not really. But I do want to be with someone who’s in love with me” says Carrie.
“Well, I just can’t make any guarantees right now. But if I were you, I’d hang around. See what happens.”
Carrie lies back against the pillows. It’s Sunday. It would be sort of a drag to have to go. What would she do the rest of the day?
“Okay” she says, “but just for now. I don’t have forever, you know. I’m probably going to die soon. Like in fifteen years or something.” She lights up a cigarette.
“Okay” says Mr. Big. “But in the meantime, could you make some coffee? Please?”


La que no se haya sentido Carrie en algún momento, que arroje la primera piedra.