I like you so much I talk to everyone but you

I was studying at the Rhode Island School of Design while George Harrison's son Dhani was at Brown. I was friends with a girl at Brown who lived on Dhani's floor. My friends back in Chicago thought I was "in."

This situation severely stressed me out. All my good friends assumed I'd arrange a way to meet Dhani Harrison because I'm obsessed with the Beatles, but the obsession was exactly the reason I did not want to go anywhere near him. For one thing, I much preferred to spin my Beatle fantasies without the crude interruption of who they really were. They had always been this faraway, if-only fairyland fantasy folk for me, and-- seemingly at the last minute-- I discovered I did not, under any circumstances, want to get too close to the reality because that would have to mean surrenduring the cherished fantasy. For another thing, honestly, what was I going to say to the kid? How sexy I thought his dad was? (Although Harrison the Younger is pretty sexy in his own right: think Gen X version of his Beatle dad.)

But my Chicago friends will never let me live down the fact that while I was at the Rhode Island School of Design, I did not set designs (no pun intended) on Dhani before I transferred to The School of the Art Institute of Chicago. The part of me that did want to meet him had always thought, "Oh, well, I'm sure we'll meet at some point" because you see my transfer to SAIC was rather abrupt and therefore not even in my five-year-plan a month before I left RISD. While settling back in Chicago after the fact and taking shit from my friends, the part of me that wanted to meet Dhani also thought, "Maybe Dhani will transfer to Northwestern."

Now Dhani is married to an ex-model/psychologist with fantastic legs and I am married to the wonderful, wonderful man I call T on this blog. I did meet Ted Turner's son at RISD, and I was an ass so maybe it's a good thing I didn't meet Dhani anyway.

"I like you so much I talk to everyone but you..." --Ani Difranco