1/11/2018 9:53:54 PM: Is intimacy dead? Has social media killed it? I won't text much with boys anymore. I provide them my email and telephone, and invite them to stay in touch. The genuines - those completely formed beings with self-awareness - text me almost immediately. The rest flit on to the next stranger. What they crave is a sense of proximity not intimacy. Contact with me is no more than a pause between pauses in their day. They are like bees landing on a flower, poised to speed on to the next flower. They collect pollen... any pollen. That they might have landed on the sweetest most beautiful bloom is beyond their scope of understanding. So, if I am curt with boys who insist on texting, now you know why. I am old enough to remember a much more satisfying and meaningful way. If you must text, try not to literally fall asleep. Finally, limit the time between your texts to something less than 5 minutes. More than five minutes becomes a sort of time capsule rather than a conversation. Otherwise, you have bad manners and are behaving like a fuckboy pig. And not the good kind of fuckboy pig, either.