falling in love with Henry

Today I fell in love with Henry. And yes, Henry is a man (but don't get too excited, mom).

I worked at a shoot for Nicolas Petrou, a designer who created the Petrou/Man line. Before this week, I had never heard of any of these designers and when I saw their clothes, they looked like they were straight out of Zoolander.

The look was dorky but cute but also really.. out there. Same goes for the hair.

you can't really tell.. but it was a slicked
 back look that in the back,
looked like they'd just rolled out of bed

The shoot was in a church off 14th street--so all morning/afternoon I was in a church surrounded by male models... it was kind of bizarre. Surprisingly enough, it wasn't intimidating at all being around all these GORGEOUS people--they couldn't have been nicer. They were genuinely interested in my life and what I do, my family and friends and relationship. It was almost as if they were just looking for a glimpse into the life of a "normal" person. They offered me European cigarettes, joked around with me, and even hugged me when they went into the other room for the shoot.

I didn't really notice how big his ears were...

my boyfriend, left, talking
to his boyfriend, right

Henry was the first guy of 16 to be ready for the shoot, so he sat around for an hour or so with nothing to do. While I had some down time, I was sitting in a chair going over my notes and he sat next to me. I can't even describe what I saw when I looked up. My pictures don't do him justice... he was the most beautiful man I've ever seen. Seriously. When I looked to him he instantly started asking every question he could about me. He had a great English accent and he kept touching my hair as we spoke. Usually that would creep me out, but I totally loved getting all this attention from a model. Until today, no one noticed me at all, which is completely fine, but this was surreal. 

The best  part, is that as I was leaving, I was instructed to sneak out the back and be as small of a distraction as possible. That alone was difficult since I was lugging a suitcase that weighed 900lbs and was packed with hair products, but I managed to be somewhat inconspicuous. So as I'm sneaking out, ducking beneath a ton of photographers, I looked to my left to see where all the models were standing. There they were with their super serious model poses, being instructed about how to stand, and as Henry and I make eye contact, he snaps out of model-mode and smiles and yells across the room to me, "Bye Caroline, it was wonderful meeting you!" I died. I turned bright red, everyone looked at me, he got yelled at, and all the models laughed. It was the greatest farewell of my life. If only I could marry him.

I was sneaking out here when
my sweet love called my name.