G. Keith Harris, the Centreville, Va., man I profiled earlier this month, is getting closer to finding a woman worthy of his extra inauguration ticket. To recap: Harris, CEO of his own government consulting firm, scored two tickets to the inauguration and the official balls, and is looking for a lovely lady with whom to share the evening. His ideal date will have nice legs (Harris’ “Achilles heel”), be comfortable “in the company of celebrities,” and know how to attach a photograph to an e-mail (many women have failed this final task).
Out of the responses that have included photographic evidence, Harris says he’s narrowed his choice down to 10 possible dates. “[Four] of them are flying in to meet with me from out of the area,” he writes. “The 6 remaining happen to be within a radius of the DC metro area give a take of 100 miles.” One submission in particular, though, has caught Harris’ eye. “I must await the return of what I think is a special person to return from Italy on the 30th,” he writes. “An Italian TV station wants to document the whole thing.”
The Italian beauty notwithstanding, women in search of Harris’ spare ticket still have a chance to get on his dance card, but he reiterates they must include a photo of themselves. “some young ladies write a 2 and 3 page thesis on themselves,” writes Harris. “However, they forgot to attach a photo.”