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July 14, 2014
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The estate dinner


“We were making eyes at each other earlier and I just couldn’t leave without giving you a kiss,” the woman in the red dress said.

No way.

“Would you mind if I gave you a kiss?”

“No, I don’t mind.” And with that she leaned in and planted a big red lip smack on Harris’s cheek.

“Goodbye, darling.”

“Goodbye.” And like that, she was gone.

Harris sat there in silence. We all did. Eventually one of us laughed, and I’m not sure if it was the wine or the big red lipstick mark on his cheek, but the tension was broken.

“You both saw that, right?” Harris said with a twinkle. “If I didn’t have witnesses, no one would believe me.”

“Maybe there’s time for W-4,” Emily said.

“Maybe there is,” he said and really meant it.

Whether or not I made a good impression—I think I did—I know that he will look back on this night with a great amount of fondness.

I owe that woman in red a sincere thank you.