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Carrie : Mike
told me everything that afternoon while I helped him
pick out sheets at Bed, Bath & Beyond. So how long have
you been seeing her?
Mike : A while.
Carrie : Is this a painful topic?
Mike : No. It's just she's not someone I date openly.
Carrie : Why? Is she married?
Mike : No.
Carrie : Is she a cousin?
Mike : No. Look. The thing is, she's smart, she's been
incredibly sweet, and sex is great. She's just not the
one I see myself with.
Carrie : Why not? It was about three months ago. Mike
had been dumped
by Fiona Brooks, a cellist for the Philharmonic who he
was trying to forget as quickly as possible. They had
both loved to cook, and shopping for the week was a
Saturday morning ritual. So he was feeling particularly
vulnerable when--
Libby : Care to try some aged sheep's milk cheese from
the trappists in Alps?
Mike : Thanks. It's good.
Libby : It's made by monks.
Mike : Really?
Libby : Trappist monks. Fresh goat cheese from the
Napa Valley.
Mike : It's delicious.
Libby : (French.) It's a triple cream from France.
Carrie : She was one of the only women he'd ever met
who he felt he could just
be with. So what's the problem?
Mike : Look. She's not beautiful and we don't have a
lot in common. I mean, you know, most of her friends are
in dairy. But she's warm and unpretentious and it was
the best sex I've ever had in my life.
Carrie : What are you afraid of? What are other people
going to think?
Mike : All I know is that she's not the right woman
for me in the larger sense,
so I keep her a secret.
Carrie : I couldn't decide whether Mike was being
shallow or honest but the question nagged me for days.
How many of us out there are having great sex with
people we're ashamed to introduce to our friends?
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