Social Networking and the PDA-phobic
Hot humid summer night in Manhattan. Boy and girl sit outside of Shake Shack eating 'healthier' burgers and 'healthier' fries.
In between chewing and chit-chatting about 'how was your day dear?', they both browse their emails from their phones.
Him: You sent me an invite to Google Plus?
Her: Uh-hum...
Him: Who else is there?
Her: me and none of your million and one female followers.
Him: So it is like a party with no guests.
Her: That's what I Tweeted.
Him: You don't even bother with your Facebook peeps.
Her: They are not my peeps. Half of them are stalkers who add me so they can have 1,000 friends. Only about half of those in my list - the ones who see my full posts are my friends.
Him: So if I add you on Google Plus you and I can chat openly on your wall?
Her: Hell no.
Him: I just deleted your invite.
In between chewing and chit-chatting about 'how was your day dear?', they both browse their emails from their phones.
Him: You sent me an invite to Google Plus?
Her: Uh-hum...
Him: Who else is there?
Her: me and none of your million and one female followers.
Him: So it is like a party with no guests.
Her: That's what I Tweeted.
Him: You don't even bother with your Facebook peeps.
Her: They are not my peeps. Half of them are stalkers who add me so they can have 1,000 friends. Only about half of those in my list - the ones who see my full posts are my friends.
Him: So if I add you on Google Plus you and I can chat openly on your wall?
Her: Hell no.
Him: I just deleted your invite.