Way back one time when I had a steady, we were picking out some music, and I said, “Oh! Harry Connick, Jr. He’s my favorite! Let’s get this!”
And the beau said, “So when you listen to this, will you be thinking about him or me?”
I said, “Uh…you?” with my fingers crossed.
We bought some other stinky jazz CD that I got stuck with after all the dust settled. Poor Harry’s CD stayed at the store.
But tonight, we will reunite as he sings and I listen and think about him (but being conscious he is a married man and a dad). I am so excited.
At the age of 15, my mother was concerned about me because all my friends listened to groups like Poison and I liked HC, Jr. I fell in love with him listening to his soundtrack to When Harry Met Sally, and I haven’t been picked up yet—still in love. (But only with the voice because he is a married man and a dad, and he had those bizarre cameos on Will & Grace.)
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