So who is the dog in this situation?

In shockingly appropos bit of luck, what happened to be on Lifetime "Television for Women" tonight as I was on the treadmill:   When Harry Met Sally.

Men and women can never be friends, you know.  Because the sex part always gets in the way. 

It is one of my favorite movies of all time.  I know 80 percent of the screenplay by heart.  I used to watch it, nearly weekly in college.   I have not seen the movie since my college graduation.

Now it has a whole different resonance.   Originally, I thought I understood, but I didn't.   Today, as opposed to twelve years ago, I am Sally's age.  Her complaints, her pain, are my own.   She seemed so high strung twelve years ago.   Today, she seems so reasonable -- like someone who just "wants things the way she wants them."  

So can I find my Harry?  Is that possible?  

I remain dubious.  And, as always,  alone.