In an episode from Season 4 of Sex and the City, Carrie Bradshaw is adjusting to living with her boyfriend, Aidan, and grappling with the loss of privacy and solitude she had while living alone . It also meant saying goodbye to some of the treasured rituals of her single days, which she refers to as her secret single behaviors, or SSBs, for short.

An SSB can be any weird little habit or indulgence people enjoy when theyre home by themselves the kinds of things they would probably be too shy, uncomfortable or embarrassed to do in the presence of another human being, namely a significant other.

I like to make a stack of saltines. I put grape jelly on them. I eat them standing up in the kitchen reading fashion magazines, Carrie said. (To be honest, eating crackers with jam is something I could easily do in front of just about anyone without hesitation. But to each her own.)

My SSB requires a bit more privacy. I like to grab my tweezers and use the flashlight on my phone to scan my bikini line for any ingrown hairs (I know, I know, Im not supposed to pluck those , but whatever). Then I bask in the overwhelming sense of satisfaction I get after I unearth one of those pesky little hairs. Its euphoric.

Since I moved in with my boyfriend last summer, Ive made an effort to take care of this business when hes not home. But sometimes I just cant resist the temptation, and I do it in while lying next to him in bed, much to his dismay.

We asked other women some single, some coupled-up to reveal their SSBs. Heres what they told us:

You can have your cheesecake and eat it, too.

I order an entire cheesecake from Eileens Special Cheesecake on Uber Eats for delivery and then eat the entire thing for dinner. I leave a suitcase of dirty clothes from my last vacation spilling out onto the floor, even though I returned from that trip a month ago. I wash my hair extensions in the sink and then leave them on the handle of the bathroom door or on the towel rack to air-dry.

I leave my entire makeup kit on the floor in front of my full-length mirror and say a prayer before stepping over it (hoping that I dont step on my favorite eyeshadow palette again and break it) instead of just picking it up. I see how long I can get one of my chin hairs to grow and then examine it thoroughly with both admiration and disgust when I finally pluck that bad boy. Devyn Simone, senior matchmaker for Three Day Rule in New York City

No bra? No problem.

First and foremost, Im braless, I belt out Sia songs and sound exactly like her, of course. I dip ALL things in ranch. June F.

Kitty cat chit-chat

The second Im home by myself, I start talking to the cat. Pets are the perfect vessel for externalizing your inner monologue. Usually our one-sided discussions are trivial, like debating if I need to take a shower or whether or not it is, in fact, her dinnertime. But I can find myself diving into my deepest existential concerns with her as well. The other day I found myself talking through my five-year plan with her, and she wasnt even in the room: Basically, I use the cat as just the slimmest glimmer of an excuse to talk to myself.

I also make up songs to sing to her, typically centered on the same theme of her being hungry and it not yet being time for her dinner. Classics include, Oh, Ginny, please believe me, Ill never feed you your food (to the tune of Oh! Darling by The Beatles). And also, Hey! Ginny! Leave that plant alone! to the tune of Pink Floyds Another Brick in the Wall, because its the plants that suffer the most from her campaign for kibble. Sarah Zucker , writer and artist at YoMeryl

Model behavior

My SSB is pretending like Im a model. While at home, I turn on either rap or trap music, get on my tiptoes (pretending I have heels on) and sashay my behind up and down my living room like it is a runway. I have never admitted that before, and its super embarrassing, but it actually feels liberating to say that it makes me feel pretty. And while its liberating, I will still only do it when no one is around to see! Valencia Morton, financial coach at Millionairess Mama

Everything but the kitchen sink

Usually to pass the time I would binge Asian soap operas on my laptop, not even understanding the language half the time, and then just stuff my face with buns or other Asian junk food until I pass out, wake up 20 minutes later and start the cycle all over again. On nights when I didnt have any takeout, I would take whatever food I had in my fridge and dump it all into my one pan. And these were not complementary ingredients were talking about here Beans? Throw em in! Oatmeal? Adds volume! making an awful food paste, and just mindlessly eat that. YaoYao Ma Van As , illustrator

Dance like nobodys watching.

I turn my favorite album on the highest volume and sing in the shower. I dance around (clothed or naked) like no one is watching. I binge on pizza AND ice cream just because I can. I watch my favorite tearjerkers with a box of tissues in hand because sometimes you just need a good cry! I have a date night with my favorite bottle of wine and binge on Gossip Girl reruns. Brittney Smiejek, matchmaker for Three Day Rule in Chicago

Its a tad nipply in here.

Plucking away nipple hair in the bathroom post-shower. Amanda Oleander , artist