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Endless List of Favourite Films: Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

“I am NOT going to New York to meet some woman who could be a crazy, sick lunatic! Didn’t you see Fatal Attraction? Well I saw it and it scared the shit out of me! It scared the shit out of every man in America!” 

  • Annie: Now that was when people KNEW how to be in love. They knew it! Time, distance... nothing could separate them because they knew. It was right. It was real. It was...
  • Becky: A movie! That's your problem! You don't want to be in love. You want to be in love in a movie.
  • Sleepless in Seattle (1993)
astronaut mike dexter

I went out with the matchmaker’s pick tonight, and though she doesn’t (and probably won’t ever) know it, I owe her an apology.

I really thought I wasn’t going to like him and was, in fact, mentally composing a “what a disaster” post on the way to the date. (I realize this is unattractively pessimistic, but it’s based on a combination of reflex self-preservation and an awkward voicemail/phone conversation from a few days ago.)

But I was pleasantly surprised.

He was cute. A little cleaner cut than I like, but cute. Big, blue eyes.

We had dinner at a really great Cuban restaurant I’d never been to–a hole-in-the-wall kinda place–and then a group salsa lesson in the restaurant.

He did the gentlemanly bells and whistles: pulled out my chair, helped me into my coat, walked me to my car. I appreciate those things. I’m not certain about the chemistry yet, but I’m not ruling it out.

The kicker?

He’s an FBI field agent.

No, really. He carries a gun and taps people’s phones and is part of mob stings and so on. In fact, the mob is his area.

Just writing that I’m giggling because it sounds so made up.

But I live in DC. Here, a government job can fall anywhere between sanitation and espionage. It keeps things interesting.

We have a potential second date next weekend, work schedule permitting.

In related news, two hours prior to the date I was pocket-dialed by the lawyer I went out with several months ago, the date that went SO well he asked me on a second within the hour … and then I never hear from him again. Kinda funny. I only know it was a pocket dial because of the swishy, wordless voicemail he left. So much for the semi-comforting thought that maybe he’d just lost my number.

In other related news, an hour or so before that I received a text from TSG, who I haven’t heard a peep out of in weeks.

ROB REINER: What do they call that? When everything intersects?

TOM HANKS: The Bermuda Triangle

Yep.

Pretty much.

Just some drunk!Eggsy and sober!Harry

Eggsy turned around and his nose was met with a pleasantly firm chest.  He took a step back and glanced up.  “Well you’re unfairly beautiful.”

“And you’re drunk,” Harry replied.

“I am COMPLETELY drunk!”  he exclaimed loud enough for the bustling pub to pause in silence, before garnering a few strange looks from the other patrons.  Harry was visibly trying to shush him, but Eggsy leaned in conspiratorially towards him anyway with a cheeky grin.  “Tell you what though, I’ll be sober tomorrow morning and you’ll still just be beautiful.”

Harry didn’t appear to be the slightest bit impressed.  “Is that from a movie?  It sounds very familiar.”

“Fuck, you caught me.”  Eggsy pressed himself against Harry, staring up at him as they were pressed chest to chest.  “Okay, have you seen Sleepless in Seattle?  ‘Cause I can also quote the fuck out of that.”

Harry sighed and pushed Eggsy away gently by the shoulders.  “No, I don’t think I have.”

“Well, maybe you and I should watch it together some time,” he replied, completely undeterred.  

“It sounds like you watch a lot of movies.”

“Sure fuckin’ did, ‘specially when you were still unconscious in the infirmary.”  The younger man made a move to walk and stumbled terribly.  Harry caught him before he could hit the ground.

Eggsy gave him a smile.  “Well you’re unfairly beautiful.”

“Yes, you’ve already used that one,” said Harry as he pulled him back to his feet.  

Eggsy visibly deflated.  “Oh.  I think I’m drunk.”

“Yes, completely drunk.”

“D’you know I visited you everyday?  Like when you were unconscious.”  Eggsy paused in apparent thought and swayed slightly.  “Wait - ‘course you wouldn’t know that, you were unconscious.”

Harry shook his head.  “I’m taking you back to your home, Eggsy.”

“I’d watch movies while waitin’ for you to wake up,” he said as Harry led him out the pub’s front door.  “Figured you also liked movies, what with Pretty Woman, Nikita, Trading Places - watched ‘em all, you know.”

Harry waved down a cab.

“Just thought it might give us shit to talk about when you woke up.”

A cab slowed to a stop and Harry pulled open the door and nudged Eggsy inside.

“Where to?”  The cab driver asked.

Harry looked over to Eggsy, expecting him to give the cab driver his home address.

Eggsy gave the cab driver Harry’s home address instead.

Harry deeply considers the least painful methods of rendering the younger man unconscious, before deciding against it and sitting down inside the cab.  

The cab takes a sharp turn and Harry rudely finds himself with an armful of Eggsy.  Again.

Eggsy blinked slowly.  “Well you’re unfairly beaut-”

“Yes, I know,” he interrupted.

Eggsy rested his head against his shoulder.  He mumbled into his suit jacket.  “I fuckin’ wish I could just tell you.”

“Tell me what?”

Eggsy was silent.  Harry elbowed him in the side.  Nothing.  The younger man had finally passed out.

Harry waited a few minutes, just listening to the sound of the younger man’s breathing, before leaning his cheek atop Eggsy’s head.  “Tell me when you’re sober,” he replied quietly.  

  • Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: Tell me what was so special about your wife?
  • Sam Baldwin: Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.
  • Sleepless in Seattle (1993)

Doctor Marcia Fieldstone: Tell me what was so special about your wife?

Sam Baldwin: Well, how long is your program? Well, it was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were supposed to be together… and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home… only to no home I’d ever known… I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like… magic.

—  Sleepless in Seattle