Photoromance
“In searching for a meaningful embrace Sometimes my self respect took second place ”
November 30, 2003
I ran into The Coffee Shop Girl on the street yesterday. It's hard to know who reads this blog regularly, and judging from my analytics, more than half of my hits come from people doing random searches for pictures of J-Lo's poon-tang, so if I mention "The Coffee Shop Girl," only a handful of people know who I'm talking about. Probably just as well.
Anyway, I ran into her on the street. I used to write about her now and then. But then she skipped town without a goodbye. And since we never got together before she left, like we were supposed to, I never got an email address or a phone number or anything. Once she was gone, she was gone. I figured I'd never see her again. But I did. Yesterday. She gave me a nice, happy-to-see-you hug and said, "That's what I love about New York: the way you can just run into people like that."
"Crazy, right? I didn't think I'd ever see you again."
"That's what everyone keeps telling me."
She left New York to go back to school, so I asked her how that was going. "Great!. I'm taking Photography," she said excitedly, and then swung her bag around to show me her camera.
"I've been learning all the darkroom and developing stuff."
"Oh yeah? They still teach all that old-school shit?" I joked. "It's so much more work than digital photography, but I like it so much better. I'm just a romantic."
"I agree. The old way is so much cooler. But I guess that's how things go, isn't it?"
"How’s that?"
"As time goes on, the romance just gets sucked out of everything."
