Starbucks at Spring and Crosby Streets in New York’s SoHo: two young people are lounging in an oversized sofa and caressing each other in plain view. They are both quite beautiful—as are many other young people in this part of the city, which has recently been overrun by the fashion industry—and I find it difficult not to look at them every now and then. They are in love. “Wait a few years,” I mumble to myself. Feeling poisoned, I finish my coffee and rush out of the crowded café.