harry and the vegan

I took Harry (aka the rockstar) to my yoga class the other day. It was his first time there and he was the only guy in the class. As we were leaving he told me about the blind date he was going on later in the evening. We strolled through the grocery store and talked about his plans.

"So, where are you taking the vegan?", I asked.

"Fresh."

"Sounds good. What are you wearing?"

"I don't know. You know what I have, what should I wear?"

"Hmmm. Let me think. How 'bout that long sleeve black sweater you were wearing at Lee the other night?"

"I don't know. There's something about the neck on that shirt...I think it's too round. I like the neck to come all the way up", he explained, hand at the base of his throat.

I shrugged. "Well, I think you looked nice in it."

We finished shopping and headed toward the exit in silence. I thought back to the other night when we were arguing about how much money it takes to live comfortably and raise a family in the city. I barely remember how we got onto that, but it got really heated.

"Harry?"

"Yeah", he answered, turning around on the escalator to face me.

"I'm sorry for getting so mad the other night. I feel bad about it."

***

During the argument, all I could think about was getting him to see my side. It must have gone on for a good twenty minutes. At one point his throat started getting scratchy and he looked tired suddenly. I stopped mid-sentence.

"What's wrong? Are you getting sick? You're voice..."

"Naw, I'm just tired from being out so late last night I guess.

I felt like I could cry.

***

"Awe, c'mon. I'm sorry too." He hugged me, there on the escalator. "That was sweet for you to say."

We got outside a minute later. The night was warm. It felt like Florida.

"Good luck on your date tonight. Let me know how it goes."

"Thanks", he smiled. He turned and walked west.

"You look handsome", I called after him.

He stopped and turned around, laughing, and then continued on toward home.