Harry* and I met less than a month ago. After our first date, I texted my girlfriends: “For reals, best first date ever.” After dim sum and bubble tea, we checked out the new library in Chinatown: #booknerdsunite.
For our second date, he bought tickets – in advance, mind you – for Second City.
I found out that my friend Joe had passed away right before meeting up with Harry for our third date. I was a wreck, but Harry was already at the restaurant and I didn’t want to be rude. At the end of the date, he hugged me and told me that it was okay to be sad and that if I needed to cry right then and there, I could.