Before I ever have met Harry I never thought about getting married at all yet let alone at such a young age, it never would have crossed mind for a million years.
So here I am about to tell you a story of how life doesn't turn out the way you think
Why did my mom insist on everyone go into the city and see her aunt that traveled from London. I was freshly out of high school and had no intention on spending a Sunday in the busy city where I was planning on going to Lexi's house to rewatch some 'Friends' episodes. We had no idea what the world was about, where we going or headed but we did know that 'Friends' was a good idea so as we attempted to figure out where we would go to college or what we would study we just spent our days watching 'Friends'.
My family is very supportive and wonderful so naturally they were guiding me every step of the way. Eventually I had decided studying industrial design at Pratt which was great because it wasn't too far from home but it was far enough. You see I'm very close to my family, so you can imagine how it was when we had gone off touring the world.
I remember we were on our way to this restaurant that I had never even heard of which is rare because I've known Manhattan my whole life and my brother is going into culinary so he naturally trying new places.
After we had sat down and chatted and caught up with Aunt Marge, us 4 kids were getting bored, we started joking around a bit and having fun.
Harry and Jeff had been seated at the table right next to us. whilst us kids having too good of a time to notice that a very popular singer had just sat down next to us. while Aunt Marge was giving exact instructions to the waiter on how she wanted her chocolate cake, she had turned her head and recognized not Harry but Jeff. Turns out she knows Jeff's father and had certainly known him well, given when she mentioned her name he knew exactly who she was. we were all introduced to each other, even Harry who looked so happy to not be the center of attention, he looked so content that he was left alone, not even recognized by Aunt Marge or us. Of course once we had turned around a realized who it was, Aunt Marge had already broken the ice. Harry had shook each of our hands introducing himself. I smiled back at him.
The next thing I knew our tables were joined, Jeff telling us that they were thinking about visiting The MET and asked suggestions, and I chimed in saying that it was definitely worth the long wait on Sunday to get because they have an amazing new pop art exhibit I loved, with a shocking "do you wan to come?" from Harry I was in a taxi with Jeff and Harry to The MET after lunch.
Jeff was asking me about my plans for the coming year and Harry asked why I had not decided yet and what I was considering I slowly realized that I was actually having a normal conversation with people other than Lexi or my family which had not existed since a month ago when I had graduated.
We were escorted through a back entrance into the museum. that was just weird and alien to me, why would anyone need to come though this entrance but it just never occurred to me that there are people that would actually need to enter through here as to not be recognized which is actually why we were going this way. if only I'd known that was just the beginning.
We had walked through the exhibits, thoroughly enjoying ourselves, we say certain things about what we thought about a piece of art and we would have something to add. it was a feeling I had never experienced before, no one had ever been able to talk about art or design with me. no one ever understood it. It was so refreshing talking with this boy I had just met about art I was interested in and passionate about.
After 4 hours at the museum and Jeff had had enough probably feeling like the third wheel, we were parting ways, and before harry had insisted I take his phone number so we can give each other follow ups on next months exhibit on The MET website. I had agreed.
we parted ways.
