The Carrie Diaries

Before there was sex,

before there was the city, there was just me,

Carrie... Carrie Bradshaw from Castlebury, Connecticut.

Last night, Harlan and I...

Harlan Harlan? My dad's friend Harlan?

Yes. We're still together.

I am so smitten with you,

I wanted to go out of my way to see your gorgeous face.

Really, I couldn't be happier

that you got into Harvard.

Do you not love me anymore?

Maybe I'm just exhausted

from your endless need for competition.

I've been wanting to move to Laguna full-time.

I don't know, dad.

It's a done deal, Sebastian. You're coming.

We can make long-distance work.

I refuse to say "Good-bye" because it's not good-bye.

The Carrie Diaries 02x09 Under Pressure Originally Aired January 3, 2014

It was a new year,

and with a new year, there comes new pressures...

Like having my newly rekindled love living 3,000 miles away.

Hola! Marisol, um, is Sebastian there?

Do you know when he'll be back?

Okay. Thanks.

My long-distance relationship

was definitely not going gracefully.

Did Sebastian call?

You just missed him.

It seemed like no matter how hard we tried...

to make time for each other...

Something would intervene.

Hello?

Oh, it's you!

It's really you. I can't believe it.

I know. It was starting to seem

like the world didn't want us to talk.

But the world did... want us to talk.

And... and here we are, talking.

- Pretty great. - So great.

So tell me everything. What have you been up to?

How is it with your dad?

Please deposit

an additional 35 cents

to continue this long-distance call.

No problem, Mrs. Operator.

I've got my change purse right here.

No. No, no, no.

No. Your call will be disconnected

if you don't deposit an additional 35 cents.

- Carrie, do you have the money? - I-I thought...

Hello?!

No.

Kinda have to get to my locker.

Let me guess... Nerdling needs to study

on her lunch break.

I don't have to study...

At all. I got into Harvard.

Why so blue?

Realizing your last cute boyfriend was West

and you blew that?

I mean, sure, it feels weird that we're not together,

but it feels even weirder to have gotten into Harvard.

Why?

I've been trying to get in since I came out of the womb.

And now I did.

Suddenly I'm a goal-less wonder.

What am I supposed to do till I attend in the fall?

Kiss lots and lots of cute boys.

That's your job.

Apparently one I've done too well.

I realized today that

the well of eligible bachelors in this school

has run dry.

There's no way you've dated everyone.

I have.

What about David Leventhal?

Or Kyle Newman?

Quiz Bowl and Mathletes over there do not count.

By "eligible," I mean hot.

And I've dated them all... Even Walt, and he's gay.

It's gonna be a long bust of a spring semester.

Look at us...

Two girls with no purpose.

Positively shocking to think

I have something in common with you.

Tell me about it.

Well, well, well.

I spy with my little eye something very interesting.

I thought you said you dated every eligible guy.

It's Mini-Bradshaw. Is she smiling?

I've known her since she was 5.

I don't think I've ever seen her teeth before.

Finally some titillating boy intrigue.

I'm going in for a closer look.

Have fun with your books, nerd.

I wish I could.

I cannot believe you put an M-80 in Mr. London's mailbox.

That must have been so awesome.

It popped right off the post. Went like...

at least 10 feet in the air. It was pretty rad.

Totally rad.

I gotta get going. I'll catch you in chemistry?

Not if I catch you first.

I mean, uh... see ya.

Someone looks flushed.

So you got the hots for scruffy, huh?

No. Not really.

I mean, maybe.

Whatever. So what if I do?

Your sister would never have the guts

to chase a bad boy, but... you're different.

And since I'm feeling oh, so generous,

I'm gonna give you some free advice.

Who says I need advice?

And why are you so invested in my dating life?

Wanted to see if my influence was potent enough

to help you get your man, but...

you're not interested.

Wait.

I'm interested.

Well, you have two options.

One... you could continue your sad little hallway flirtation

for another six months and pray this goes somewhere.

What's option two?

Create a casual, laid-back situation

where you can get some time with your boy

outside of these pathetic halls.

- Like what? - Hello? Like a party.

He'll show up, be drunk or stoned

'cause that's what guys like scruffy do,

and you'll make your move.

Is anybody having a party this weekend?

Not my problem. I gave you the advice,

you have to take it from there.

And please... don't disappoint.

Dorrit was suddenly feeling the pressure

to make something happen,

while I was staring at something created by pressure.

What is that?

It's my gargantuanly scrumptious engagement ring.

You're engaged? To who?

Darling, don't be daft. To Harlan.

Oh. I thought that was just, like,

- a sex thing. - Mm, it is.

But we're also in the throes of a great love affair...

he with me, and me with this ring.

Wait, so you don't love him?

J'adore him.

I just love the ring one tick more.

Well, I'm really happy for you.

Sadly though, it means my single life

is now at a tragic end.

I'll have to subsist on tales of

your deliciously tawdry exploits now.

- I'm sorry to disappoint. - Oh, right.

You don't have deliciously tawdry exploits.

What I meant is Sebastian and I are still together.

Well, in three months when you are single,

you'll have to dish.

In three months I'll still be dating Sebastian.

I know long-distance can be challenging.

Sorry, but the moment that taut, muscular goldilocks

packed his bags, that relationship was doomed.

You're wrong about me and Sebastian.

We're gonna be...

You're gonna be the exception, yeah.

That's what everyone says.

But first it's a few missed calls.

Then it's a few missed weekends.

Then... you're not bothering to call at all.

Well, that's not gonna be us.

Or worse... one of you moves for the other.

Why would that be worse? That would be great.

Mnh-mnh. Moving puts way too much pressure

on the relationship.

After that, they start resenting you

for every little thing that goes wrong.

Ohh. Next thing you know,

you sleep with their brother, and they're shouting at you,

"I moved for you! I moved for you!"

Good God, man. Relax.

Well, both of us are still in high school,

so I don't think either one of us

will be moving anywhere for each other.

So then it's the slow ride into no relationship for you two.

That's a shame.

Girls!

Come on down!

What's up, dad? This better be good.

You interrupted me doing nothing.

Well, I won't keep you long.

I know how much doing nothing means to you.

But I have been assigned

to a highly confidential case this weekend.

I mean, Harlan won't give me many details...

that's how important it is... but based on the secrecy,

I am thinking Fortune 500 merger.

That's great.

Yeah. I am officially back with the big boys.