Jenny may be physically prepared to do the deed, but she’ll ultimately regret having sex just to get it over with or for the right to put the first flannel shirt in her conquest box. It’s not a conquest box anyway; it’s a record of every time Mindy’s faceplanted in pursuit of long lasting love. She is anything but the “certified playa” she claims to be to impress Jenny. She’s a hopeless, headfirst, stupidly optimistic romantic who hasn’t slept with Christian Slater even once. Finally she tells Jenny what the kid really needs to hear: that being a ~modern woman~ and being a romantic aren’t mutually exclusive. Jenny desperately wants to have a chance to make a grown-up choice; what she doesn’t realize is that choosing to be picky – choosing to do nothing right now but wait for the good stuff – is a grown-up choice too.