Carrie: The first one - of course, not easily forgotten - was kinda nice. Two... hairy back. Three, four, five... Six was on my birthday in my parents' room. Charles: Which birthday? Carrie: 17th. Charles: We've only reached 17? Carrie: I grew up in the country. Charles: Lots of rolling around in haystacks. Carrie: OK. Seven... Eight, unfortunately, was quite a shock. Nine, against a fence. Very uncomfortable. Don't try it. Charles: I won't. Carrie: 10 was gorgeous. Just heaven, just... He was wonderful. Charles: I hate him. Carrie: 11 , obviously after 10, disappointing. 12 through 17, the university years. Sensitive, caring, intelligent boys. Sexually speaking, a real low patch. 18 broke my heart. Years of yearning. Charles: I'm sorry. Carrie: 20... Oh, my God! I can't believe l've reached 20. 21 , elephant tongue. 22 kept falling asleep. That was my first year in England. Charles: I do apologise. Carrie: 23 and 24 together. That was something. Charles: Seriously? Carrie: 27... That was a mistake. Charles: Suddenly at 27 you make a mistake? Carrie: Yes, he kept screaming. Charles: Very off-putting. Carrie: I nearly gave up on the whole thing. But Spencer changed my mind. That's 28. His father, 29. Charles: With his father? Carrie: 30. 31 ... Oh, my God. 32 was lovely. And then my fiancé, that's 33. Charles: Wow! So I came after your fiancé? Carrie: No, you were 32. Charles: So there you go. Carrie: Less than Madonna, more than Princess Di - I hope. And how about you? How many have you slept with? Charles: Christ! Nothing like that many. I don't know... I don't know what the fuck l've been doing with my time.