I remember … i think 5 or 6 years ago… right before going to japan to be with my ex…. I remember I cam to san francisco for a photoshop convention. I stayed in a so-so motel 6 for 4 days…..
i remember going into Scott Kelby’s fashion retouching workshop.
I sat down randomly… in a crowded room of nearly 2,000 people. There were 3 HUGE projectors behind Scott.
As the workshop went on, I remember 2 women behind me talking… one had an accent. They were discussing how to use photoshop to manipulate lighting after a photo was taken. I turned to them, and one of the women was about 28 years old (i was about 22). She was relatively thin, with clean teeth, but somewhat crooked. She had nice eyes, with dyed brown hair. She wore a brown sweater, that was tight on her body, with medium sized breasts. She wore little makeup but what she did wear… was green eye-shadow (dark green), and i remember she wore black tight jeans. I also remember her shoes were high heeled and shiny leather…. her pen… was from sanrio….with Hello Kitty markings….
I talked to her in japanese after the workshop. And she was a photographer from japan on an internship here. She had an accounting degree, but wanted to change careers. She had come to SF and was working with a small photography studio to learn about the industry. We went out for tea that night…..
I remember she came over, and we made love all night. I remember how nervous i was to ask her to come over… as i just met her that day….
I remember she saiid i don’t have to use a condom… and i remember i got very mad at her… .i told her its dangerous to think that way… and even though we don’t become couple or date or ANYTHING… i wish she can live a good life… so she should ALWAYS ask the guy to use condom.
I remember how it felt to hold her against me. and we slept together… that night… i remember her hair smelled sweet… but somehow, she smelled a bit of sweat… possibly from how passionate we pleasured each other…. I remember waking up often in that night… and holding her…..
i remember how well i got along with her…. how i wish … sometimes… wish i could have had a relationship with her. I wonder often how we would get along. if she could be a good perrson for me. I remember many things.
You know what i cannot remember? i can’t remember her name….