I can explain why I've been absent for the last few days. I’m not trying to neglect you - it’s just that I’ve been… distracted.
I’ve been falling, you see. Falling in love.
I know what you’re thinking: Slow down, girlfriend. You’re not a real blonde, remember, so please don’t act like one. Don’t say That Word until you know for sure that this is the Real Thing.
I hear you. I do. I’m usually the cautious sort when it comes to matters of the heart, but this time – I can’t help myself. I’m tumbling, heedless, into an exciting new relationship, and it's more wonderful than I could have hoped.
It all began weeks and weeks ago, when we were introduced through a friend of a friend. I felt an immediate surge of attraction, but I held myself back. Don’t go there, I warned myself. You’re not ready yet.
But when I got home, I did what anyone does these days when they have a crush: I turned to my BFF Google to find out more. I mean, a girl has to protect herself, right? Think safety, not stalker. Right?
I found photos, essays, all kinds of information – that Google is scary smart – but surprisingly, I didn’t uncover any shocking revelations. Everything I found out made me think that I should make a move.
But still I waited, unsure. I felt so... vulnerable.
Then last week, I happened to mention the name of my crush, oh-so-casually, to a couple of friends. “I’ve been thinking a lot about… the 40D,” I mumbled.
“We know the 40D well,” they exclaimed. “We think the two of you would hit it off. In fact, you just might be perfect for each other.”
My heart skipped a beat. What if the 40D was The One?
“Go for it,” they urged me.
So I did. Why not? Love waits for no 30-ish San Francisco-ite. I headed home and sat down at my keyboard. Tap, tap, tap: I want you, I wrote. I want you bad.
36 hours later, there was a knock at my door. On the other side of the door was the 40D – my 40D. My heart did a flip-turn. Muscular and strong, with strapping shoulders and a hefty 135mm lens, it was everything I had dreamed of in a... camera.
I turned it on – wait. Who am I kidding? It turned me on. My 40D has dials and buttons and gauges and screens. Macro and Av and AF and M. If I were the kind of girl who makes a list of everything she is looking for – I would tell you that it delivers on every count.
Ever since that first day, we’ve been inseparable. I know what you’re thinking: this is the honeymoon phase. Sooo predictable. Once the first blush fades, you’ll be putting your 40D on the shelf.
But this time is different. I don’t know how I know, but I do.
I’ll be back soon. I promise.
That is, if I can possibly manage to tear myself away from my new love.
