I just had phone sex following a light two-hour email flirtation. I haven’t done that since about 1987. It was sort of nice, actually, and I got to meet an interesting guy I’d so far only known in ASCII format.
The miracle here, I guess, is that I actually answered somebody’s email in a timely fashion. Imagine what might happen if I did so more often. I might even have a boyfriend. Or a job. Or a life…