You've Got Mail

Between Oxygen, TBS, ABC Family, and the Style Network, the movie You’ve Got Mail is on TV at least once a week.

And I watch it every time.

I don’t own it. Truth be told, for someone who loves movies, I don’t own very many movies.

And even if I did, I wouldn’t put it in the DVD player to watch. Something about happening upon it makes it seem like I’m not really committing to it. Like I’m just popping by. 

But I can’t help myself. 

I’ve always enjoyed it- I mean, who doesn’t love Tom and Meg together. (Hello, Sleepless in Seattle!? I even enjoyed Joe Vs. The Volcano!).

But as someone trying her hand at finding love from the internet, how can I resist? 

And I relate on so many levels. She has an existential crisis about her work, running a store. Is it meaningful? She wonders why her life reminds her of things she has read in a book. When shouldn’t it be the other way around? She has to worry about the stress of closing a store. (And when her store does close, the most depressing thing she can think of it turning into is a Baby Gap!)

You’ve got mail. Those three little words...

What I get is an email notification on my gmail account alerting me to a new message on the site. 

“Linda, Someone has sent you a message! Log on to find out who!”

And then I log on.

And invariably it is not something to be all twiterpated about. 

Invariably it is someone that is 20 years older than me, someone that writes something weird, inappropriate, or heaven forbid in my world- someone that has poor grammar, and can’t spell. With computers in this day and age, that is absolutely unacceptable. Spell Check, boys!! Spell Check!!

But I still hope for finding a Tom Hanks. Not the best looking guy in the bunch (because let’s be honest, the best looking ones are D-bags most of the time), but someone with charm. Someone with wit. Someone a little goofy, but in an adorable sort of way.

Oh, and someone who is a millionaire who could give me free books for life. That part would be nice, too.