Sick Day

I've always loved the movie You've Got Mail.
I have searched for that pen-pal like guy that would email me back and forth and keep my anticipation high and my mouth in a constant, surprised cracked smile.
But you know the thing about You've Got Mail? They never say what happens after they meet face to face. After the written correspondence and witty flirtations cease. When Meg Ryan and Tom Hanks sit at the table eating lunch and there is a still silence. And sometimes it's a good, comfortable silence. But other times it's a silence that begs to be broken. But rarely is.
That's the problem with You've Got Mail.