Preface: I’m already high. I hope I make sense.
I told myself it was ok to watch whatever Rom-Coms are playing on cable. I somewhat use them for a therapeutic/escapist purpose. It’s odd. I’m too cynical these days to daydream about romance and love. Hi, my name is Kate. I’m legit broken. I try to fix myself by listening to endless slow jam mixes and taking notes on Hollywood meet-cutes. Fact: If “The Notebook” is on I will watch it, every time. Gosling tho.
My latest indulgence was a screening of “You’ve Got Mail.”
*SPOILER ALERT* I’m basically going to share the entire plot. If you haven’t already seen it… you’re like 19 years late, homie.
I really hope you guys are imagining me narrating this post high AF. Because I am.
I forgot how much I liked “You’ve Got Mail.” Tom Hanks FINESSES THE FUCK out of Meg Ryan. He schemes so hard to build a rapport with her after he realizes he actually likes the feisty woman he has run out of business (who is coincidently the stranger he’s been chatting online). My favorite part of his plan was the fact that he buys time. From the moment they discuss the possibility of meeting IRL he makes an excuse to delay their date, all the while his slick ass has to play dumb whenever they meet in-person as he slowly charms her.
Such finessing. Such patience. Such game.
I received mystery flowers yesterday at work. Valentines Day.
The card included a cryptic message and no name. Who ever sent them knew 3 facts: where I work, my phone number, and my general distaste for never receiving anything on Valentines Day as I watch the general population enjoy. (I'm low-key lying, there are 2 V-days where Ex-Mr batted 1000.)
I’ve exhausted my search, so far everyone I’ve asked has denied being the sender. Either someone is lying or I have an actual secret admirer.
I’d put my money on the the first option—someone is lying. I told you, I’m cynical.
I don’t think the person who sent the flowers wants any acknowledgement or credit. I don’t believe this is all a part of this grand scheme of how I fall in love with the next man in my life. However I do think they were sent as a true act of love. Who ever sent them understands me with a fairly deep comprehension level.
OR maybe I’m wrong… maybe I am the protagonist of a hilarious (and romantic) movie and the plot is just beginning to unravel, maybe I get finessed so fucking hard my life makes “You’ve Got Mail” appear like a weak version of my potential reality.
WHO KNOWS.
P.S.
If you’re out there, sender… a million thanks <3. I'm famous at work cause of this shit. No lie.