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When Harry Met Sally: Unhappily Ever After
I love the movie When Harry Met Sally. LOVE it. But I don’t buy the ending. Probably because I lived the real ending. The one that didn’t test well with audiences. The one where they don’t end up together. This is my When Harry Met Sally: Unhappily Ever After.
I met Mr. Ex my freshman year of college. I remember our first conversation in English Comp. He was talking to another girl in the class about his girlfriend back East. They were high school sweethearts, and even though she was thousands of miles away, attending college on the alternate coast, they were staying together. I told him it would never work. He looked at me like I was the biggest bitch he’d ever met. Instantly, we became friends.
I was right. The relationship didn’t last until Christmas. But it was just as well. She was sleeping with somebody else. And he was trying to screw everything in a skirt. Despite his horn dog tendencies, I loved him. We were similar in a lot of ways. Creative, driven, insecure, fun-loving, big drinkers. We bonded over beers, one night stands, and the occasional homework assignment. He was a wonderful writer. It was effortless for him. While I would stay up all night, agonizing over two pages of prose, he would whip something up between classes and it would blow my mind.
He went through girlfriends like I went through Snackwell cookies. He was well-known across our college campus for being outgoing, fun, and a total player unwilling or unable to settle down. And while he knew the name of almost every girl on campus, I was one of the elite few he confided in. Only I knew his insecurities about the future, his financial woes, his family issues. Even most of our friends didn’t know these things. We just had that kind of a connection. And thankfully, we weren’t attracted to each other, so there was no sexual tension between us. Until our senior year.
I chalked it up to Senior Mayhem. That frenzy of feelings and fiascos that occur during senior years in colleges across the country when life is so crazy that you just don’t care about tomorrow. One drunken night we kissed. Then another night it happened again. Then he started kissing me every time he saw me. And spending the night. Or vice versa. It was never much more than a good makeout session. I didn’t want to let it go any further. Yet somehow in the fray, I found myself falling in love with him. And then we slept together. And just like that, things changed, just as they had for Harry and Sally. But they changed in different ways for both of us. I found myself head over heels in love with him. As for Mr. Ex, he could only obsess about his disappointing performance. I couldn’t see straight, he couldn’t wait to see the girl next door. Or down the street. Or around the corner.
For the first time in our history, he fell in love with someone else. And broke my heart.
I knew it was for the best. A player like that could never settle down. But he wasn’t supposed to stop being my friend just because of one night, right? And yet that’s what was happening. I was losing him. Fast.
The honest ending to When Harry Met Sally is that Harry never goes to the New Years Eve ball to profess his love for Sally. Instead, he tells his brother that he gave Sally a lousy lay, and his brother, who’s in town for Harry and Sally’s graduation, tries to make it up to Sally by hitting on her. And Sally, in typical high maintenance fashion, throws a drunken temper tantrum in the middle of their last college party in front of the one nice guy she’s met in four years. And the next day, hung over or maybe even still drunk, Harry and Sally graduate from college and never see one another again. And that’s too bad. Because they were the only ones in the big bad city who really knew each other.
The End.
Post Script – Harry and Sally go their separate ways. They fall in love with other people. They live their lives. They have fulfilling careers and drive nice cars and maybe even get married and have children. With other people. But let’s face it. That’s not what audiences want to see. We want the Hollywood ending. We need it. Which is why Harry ditched Mallomars and the Knicks on New Years Eve to chase down Sally. Because it tests well.
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the exact same thing happend to me my senior year! best friends.. he was a big flirt but with me he was just matt. spent hours talking and hanging out, closest thing to sexual was hugs and kisses on the cheek. then one girl said he said to another girl he was falling for me, got my head spinning (could it really be so?). one stormy night while studying he decides to crash (not unusual) comes into my room and 25 minutes later all i can think is “that was awful but he is wonderful”. the next week he avoids me in school, the week after that he’s sleeping with the girl he lived next store to. his reason: he felt he was a dissapointment to me. i call bullshit on that one, but whatever. I had my flip out session on him and that was the end of one of the best friendships I ever had. motherfucker.
Comment by blinkity blink — November 26, 2005 @ 9:08 pm