Notable mainly if you are the man that is first shacks up with onscreen in season one (Should we now have intercourse like males? ) along with having straight-up shark face, Kurts presence was fleeting. He had been here, after which he had been gone, making just the scent that is lingering of Noir and international venereal diseases in their wake.
Verdict: One Cosmo with lipstick across the rim.
An affable young doofus that Carrie rebounds with after being endured up by Mr. Big, whose ADHD rambling ( “I experienced this fantasy, I experienced these HUGE fingers, and also you had been inside it… as this stunning woman that is unicorn) and tailgating-at-a-Phish-concert-esque apartment finally turned her down within the awesomely-named “Valley for the Twenty-Something Guys” episode. Us too.
Verdict: Two cosmos laced with LSD.
The chiseled architect that is french mistakes Carrie for a high-class hooker and actually leaves $1,000 in the nightstand.