If you ask a girl to watch ‘You’ve Got Mail’, well frankly she’ll be a little surprised that you’ve finally come to your senses and realized what a gem this movie is (and that it’s more than “just a rom-com” whatever that means). Inevitably there will be an attempt to underplay the movie’s importance in her own life, which you’ll no doubt see through but appreciate nonetheless.
Chancing a sideways glance while inspecting a hole in her sweater she’ll venture to ask, “D’you know Nora Ephron?” You may, in fact, be the chair of your hometown Ephron fan club or you might meet her question with a slight shake of your head. After she pauses for just a moment to take stock of your answer she’ll pop off the couch. If you’re going to do this, really do it right, you’ll need a few things.
With a stunningly agile whirl she’ll slide on a light jacket and help you into yours. Before you realize it, you’ll be touching pavement - a stray leaf or two prematurely crunching under your sneakers. Walking arm in arm, the two of you will begin to compile a list, “No movie night’s complete without snacks, oh and we need laundry detergent too we’re out.”
Trailing off she’ll realize it’s Sunday, which is the one day of the week she buys the paper (typically she doesn’t finish reading it but hey it’s nice to have and casually flip through). Steering your two-man ship towards the nearest news stand, she’ll bubble over with excitement about features she’s expecting to find between the folds. Coins exchanged, fresh copy of the New York Times tucked under arm, you’ll head off again.
While the closest (and thankfully your favorite) market’s only a few blocks away, you’ll feel time slow down for a moment. Almost like you’re watching the two of you walk down the street. Is that jazz trickling out of someone’s open apartment window, or is it completely non-diegetic? Shaking it off, you’ll snap back into focus as she asks, “Do you mind if we run in this shop first?”
She’ll have been absentmindedly yanking at that hole in her sweater, so naturally she’ll need a new one. Thumbing stacks of cable knit in a mind boggling array of shades from white to gray, she’ll mutter to herself and invariably choose one that looks quite used, slouchy but somehow fits just right.
Back on the sidewalk you’ll notice a slight chill in the air. Meaning that when she’ll propose a cup of coffee, you’ll feel more than inclined to indulge such a cozy prospect. A few blocks South of the market, you’ll end up in line at sparse, minimally decorated espresso bar. Ordering won’t take long because there’ll be only five items on the menu - but all deliciously curated no doubt.
Stepping out with piping hot beverages, the market will be in your sights. You’ll realize, with a start, that you’re wearing a scarf. Not knowing if you’ve had it on the whole time, you’ll decide to play it cool. You love scarves! Who’s to say it hasn’t been there all along.
You’ll finally make it to the market which will inevitably be covered in fall decorations, which you weren’t even sure existed. Absorbing the overpowering waft of cinnamon brooms, you’ll weave your way through the aisles as she’ll expertly snatch the provisions; caramels (you’ll argue - kara-mel or cahr-ah-mel), popcorn, candy corn, and anything else that catches her eye.
Tottering home, bags in hand she’ll point out piles of leaves (had that many fallen earlier?) and make a point of twirling and crunching, and crunching and twirling. Wait, is that the jazz music again? Seriously where is it coming from? You’ll sigh and shake your head. She’ll notice you’re down and will most likely do something to embarrass herself to make you laugh. The jazz music picks up again, but you’ll be too busy having a leaf fight using your now-abandoned grocery bags as buffers.
You’ll walk up the three flights of stairs to your front door, and she’ll unpack your spoils from the market. In seamless synchronicity you’ll dig up the DVD while she’ll set the coffee table. Falling back on the couch you’ll press play. You’ll remember how you forgot how much you love The Cranberries and you’ll ask her what her favorite song of theirs is. Only you’ll realize she’s dozed off.
But you’ll watch it anyways, because it’s a great movie and Tom Hanks is a national treasure.