You've Been Poked!
Not every user is as enthusiastic and unguarded as I tend to be. A Facebook page is a fair mirror of its creator. My shy friends shun photographs and avoid frivolous applications, while my extroverted friends festoon their pages with gewgaws, pass along viral videos and movie quizzes, and inundate me with gifts and pokes (like taps on the shoulder) and superpokes—whimsical announcements that a friend has (virtually) serenaded you, kissed you, or trout-slapped you, and so on. Admittedly, this is inane. It is also, in a word, fun.
Today a cupcake landed on my wall, a gift from a lovely woman who was my best friend, colleague, and roommate for a few unforgettable months in Moscow in the '90s. For a summer, we worked at a Russian magazine, threw dinner parties in the tiny apartment we shared, and went out dancing with friends night after night. I thought we would never lose touch. But we did, until last fall, when we remet on Facebook. Seeing the cupcake, I smiled, clicked, and sent its sender a flower. Because that's what friends do: They reciprocate...if they know how to find each other. And when I see her in London this summer, I'll bring her a cupcake in person.