Good point, well made.

I mean, I love this movie. Sorry, but I do. However, it had never occured to me before that yes, maybe it is a bit weird that there is only one pair of gloves in Bloomingdales that would be suitable for the hands of both John Corbett and Bridget Moyahan. And not just suitable, but appropriate and thoughtful enough that both John Corbett and Bridget Moyahan would be thrilled to receive such a gift come Christmas morning. I can tell you now future suitors, should you want to impress me with your gift-buying prowess, then a lame-ass pair of black gloves that can fit the hands of John Corbett (a very big, tall, solid MAN with, presumably, large hands to boot) is not gonna fly. Similarly, any girls out there who think their man will want a pair of gloves that fit the hands of the dainty, feminine Bridget Moyahan maybe need to spend more time actually getting to know their beau (and recognising he would NEVER want such a shitty, thoughtless present FROM HIS GIRLFRIEND of all people -may be acceptable from his Great Aunt Sally - cos that bitch is crazy and lives in Wichita and he hasn't seen him since he was 3. But this is his GIRLFRIEND we are talking about) instead of writing your name and number on copies on a pretty good book and flirting with strangers who are themselves already dating giant man-hand women.

I think this movie should have ended up with Corbett and Bridget getting it on. Think of the money they would save buying gloves!