I went out in Seattle last night with a group of friends in their mid-twenties. We grabbed drinks at a friend’s house before driving downtown.
We waited for our friends to get ready in a well-decorated common room with a mini-bar, brown leather coaches and a computer in the corner.
Three attractive girls ran over to the computer.
“You need to add me to your top friends. Sign on Myspace and now and do it!”
The three girls hovered around the computer. They pulled up their profiles, commented on the hot guys that left them messages. They sipped their drinks and threatened to leave embarrassing public comments on each other’s profile pages.
It was baffling to me that three “hot girls” with drinks in their hand were hovering around a computer. A few years early, I touched the computer at similar gathering. I think the same girls teased me for it the entire night.
I walked over to them and asked,
“Do you use the Facebook?”
They looked at me with a puzzled expression: “WhatBook?”
“Facebook. It’s like Myspace but less sketchy,” I replied.
“Never heard of it,” they answered. “That most be a ‘Boston’ thing one of them teased.
I was thinking, “When I come back here in a year, you’ll be using Facebook.”
What I said was, “Yea. It’s a Boston thing.”
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