I barely remember the first time I met Harold. I was attending a wedding at Stoney's Broomes Island in September 2013; Harold was at the outside bar with my cousin, Jesse. I remember talking to Jesse and being introduced to the rather large man with him, but that's about it. Life went on and I didn't meet Harold again until July 5, 2014. Little Jesse invited me to his "buddy's" bonfire in St. Leonard. Apparently, these bonfires were the bee's knees and rather notorious. I showed up with a couple of my girlfriends, kept to our safe little circle, and enjoyed all the great people watching Saint Leonard had to offer. At the end of the festivities, my girlfriends and I scurried back our side of the river not thinking the bonfire was anything of significance. Apparently, during the bonfire, I must've made an impression on Harold... I don't exactly remember (most likely a sarcastic comment). Unbeknownst to me, Harold's pursuit began. He asked little Jesse for my information and Jesse refused to give it to him (I can't say that I blame him). However, living in the 21st century had its advantages, Harold hunted me down and sent me a message on Facebook. With much resistance and protest from me -- and Jesse, Harold's persistence finally wore me down and I agreed to a date. On August 4, 2014, Harold took me to the restaurant of my choice. Me, with the corny sense of humor that I have, chose a fancy little restaurant in Annapolis called "Harry Browne's." I took great pleasure in witnessing the good ol' boy from Cage Farm squirming while sitting at a china and linen covered table trying to eat an itty bitty quail with a knife and fork. It really was one of his finer moments. We officially started dating on October 18, 2014, and the rest is history.