Yesterday I was in a nice little hipster coffee shop reading a book for class. You really need to understand that chill coffee shops are few and far between. D.C.’rs aren’t really much for the chilling. It’s a little frustrating trying to find cool coffee shops. Fortunately I live in a neighborhood with a couple good ones.
I was in my favorite-so-far. It’s called Peregrine, and it’s cool. They play good music, they serve good coffee, and they have plenty of cute girls.
This girl sat down across the room from me. She was absolutely beautiful. She was with a friend and they started speaking in sign language. The beautiful girl was deaf.
It made me wonder what being in love with a deaf girl would be like. I would have to learn sign language to talk to her. Our first date we would have to talk using a pad of paper and pen. We would watch closed captioned movies at home. We could have private jokes, talk across big noisy room; looks and body language would come to have a whole new meaning.
But, we could never listen to the Beatles together. Never go to a Beethoven Symphony. I could never play her a song on the guitar. We could only go to events if there was a deaf interpreter.
It would be such a challenge. I feel like it might make our love worth more, because we have to work at it more.
p.s. just so you know, D.C. probably has the highest concentration of cute deaf-girls in the world, on account of Gallaudet University, which is the only deaf university in the world. because there is a high deaf population, being deaf in D.C. is a lot easier, almost everything has an interpreter (even some concerts).