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I don’t have a camera on my cell phone. I’m probably about the only person left who doesn’t. Besides the fact that I am somewhat of a purist (phones are for contacting someone, not taking pictures, playing games, or surfing the web), I just never saw the point. I’ve gotten through almost 32 years without a camera of any sort. (I don’t take my own pictures). Why would I need one on a phone?

For the snapshots. *click*

A snapshot is a capture *click* of the tiniest most minute moment in time. A moment so unique *click* that it will never happen again. You can try to re-create it. But you can’t. It’s happened. It’s gone by. The snapshot is the only way to revisit it and see it again in exactly the same way.

The brain takes snapshots automatically. And like a camera (digital anyway), the shots are store away in memory. But our personal memory is a little defective and every time you pull out the snapshot, it fades a bit. And eventually it disappears. Either from fading or from being replaced by another snapshot because the memory card is full.

Luckily, I am a writer (or at least attempt to be). So, even though the snap shot eventually fades, having it written down at least helps blow the dust off a little.

The attorney and I spent the afternoon together on Sunday. That’s rare for us because usually it’s a Friday or Saturday. The weather sucked, but it was still a great day for snapshots.

I joined him at a clothing store where he was being fitted for a new suit. It’s dark blue and I swear he already has six just like it. But, he swears they are different. Just like the dozen or so white shirts that he has to go with them.

I know some of my readers are into men in business clothes. You’ve told me so.

It’s never been a fetish for me. I actually get more of a crotch knot seeing the attorney in an old t-shirt and shorts than in uniform.

But, I have to say it was sort of sexy seeing him slip into a coat that was being shaped just for his form. Once it was fitted, there would not be another coat exactly like it. It was sort of a snapshot in itself. A snapshot of the attorney’s torso. His and no one else’s.

I even felt a little tinge of jealousy when the clerk stood behind the attorney in the mirror and smoothed the fresh fabric across his big shoulders then trailed his fingers along his lats to the bottom of the coat, which he gave a small tug, making it fit just so.

Is that typical or did he just cop a feel on my attorney? *click*

After the clerk got his tactile snapshot of the attorney, we stopped in a book store. Neither of us needed anything. It was just there and we had time to spend together. So, naturally we went in and immediately separated. Our choices of reading material are completely different.

On a side note, I had no idea how expensive books from a store have gotten. I had not been in a book store in a couple of years because I have gotten so that I buy books on Amazon. The price difference is staggering. No wonder people don’t read anymore. It just bugs the hell out of me that the things that are most valuable to the quality of life are least accessible to the average person. Our priorities are so fucked up.

After a while, I went to find the attorney. He was sitting at a table near a plate glass window, backlit by the gray rainy day outside. He was pouring over some political book with his reading glasses on the end of his nose. *click* It made me imagine what he would have looked like 25 years ago studying in his law school library.

On the way out of the store, something caught my eye and I stopped to pick it off the shelf and give it a quick once-over. While he waited patiently, he sort of shifted his weight, rocking from side to side. Eventually he rocked enough to touch his shoulder against mine and gave me a little nudge. *click*

To the casual eye, it was just a “let’s go.” So, we did.

We hit a restaurant for dinner. It was a nice place. Not fancy. Just nice. And the food was excellent. I had a pork chop so thick that I thought it was stuffed. I cut into it and it was all meat, baby. And it was grilled perfectly.

I was intrigued by another couple sitting near us. It was a man and a woman probably in their late forties or early fifties. Probably husband and wife. Yet, I doubt they spoke two words to each other the entire time we were there. They barely even looked at each other.

How’s that for a snapshot?

It was like they were there merely for nourishment. “Herb, it’s time to sustain life. Where do you want to go?”

Maybe it’s because I don’t eat out a lot, but for me, going to a sit down restaurant is more about enjoying the people you are with than eating. I couldn’t imagine having a good meal in a nice environment with someone I’m close to and not connect at all. I’ve seen strangers at a lunch counter more connected than that couple.

How did they get that way?

It made me wonder if the attorney and I are together for several years, will we become like that? Neither of us is a big talker to start with and we often spend time together in quiet. But, never are we so detached from each other.

I felt sort of sad for them. And I’m little embarrassed to be so happy when others aren’t.

After dinner, I was invited back to casa de attorney, but I had to get back on the road home. So, before I did, we sat in his car for a few moments and steamed the windows (It was raining, after all).

*click* *click* *click*

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