Sally loves harry the asshole
I've met enough of them to realize that blatant entitlement and fragile egos are par for the course.
Like it means something is missing from their relationship and "why do you have to go outside to get it?
It's not clear why Jess and Marie have two separate phone lines, but whatever.
After the bookstore encounter and coffee, Harry gives a weak ass apology for his past behavior and brings the conversation back to the craziness of female friends.
Fuck me, Harry.
While screaming at each other in the kitchen, Harry says something truly unforgivable:
No one loves that shit!
As a young woman, I saw these men and their behavior represented in reality and on big and small screens.
She goes to the party with some other dude while Harry walks around the city, sad and lonely.
If Sally says Sheldon is a good lover, then to her, he's got the goods.
As Harry and Sally become legitimate friends, the movie improves slightly.
Promising her a reward, he knelt between spread her legs, and began to eat her pussy.