One finger: What men want to say likes
Text: Sasha Brooke
It's like in Vyrypayev's “Euphoria”: 
I saw you watching. What are you looking at? I dont know. I, in short, also do not know, but I know that I can no longer live without it. What can't you do without? Without not finding out in short. What to find out? Well, why are we looking, in short! I don't even sleep more.
One girlfriend of mine three months ago earned herself depression (a disease, and not “sitting on the windowsill to watch yellow leaves fly by”) while waiting for a message from a man. But he did not write. He liked. He liked her every status. Apparently, he had set up alerts for updates to her page, so he liked it like lightning. He didn’t like anyone else - she knew that for sure, because every day she checked the “Actions” tab in his profile. Her patience ended when she asked him an extraneous question in PM, and instead of answering, he commented on her latest status. "And then I decided to remove it nah * nd".
I do not know, maybe now men are braving each other with something else? "I took it so last week, she couldn't go to Facebook for a week!" Or does it mean something else? My gay friend, looking through an instagram tape for the last half hour, every second shouted: "Oh God, what a nightmare, how could he put it out ?!" - and immediately clicked on the screen. I gently asked him why he likes it if he thinks the photo is disgusting. "That he knew that I saw THIS!".
All this is reminiscent of balls, as I imagine them. To hint at something intimate, a man could supposedly accidentally kiss a woman’s hand where the index finger and middle finger converge. Allegory, hints and all the other flirtatious bullshit in social networks received a new design.
For a while I had a type of relationship with one character. Nobody ever called it all, once I even broke out when he began the phrase: "Well, in our relationship ..." We were sincerely interested in each other in social media, and in ordinary life, everything terribly liked everything - well, not more. Once he published a link to a monstrously sentimental text about what should and should not be called love, friendship, and so on, and when we met that evening we had a very intense and emotional conversation:
- You read, I posted on Facebook text today? - Of course.
A naive reader thinks that now he will ask me what I thought about this text, whether I think that friendship between us, or love, or maybe something third, does not fit into any of these concepts at all ...
- Why didn't you like it ?! I sit, I look, as the post is overgrown with likes, and I think to myself: "People, back off, it's not all you!" People, explain why he did not throw this text in a personal, if it was me?
It’s unlikely you can “just have sex” with someone if you have more than 50 mutual friends
To send a personal message, if it is not related to work, by emotional intensity is now comparable to the first kiss. I think the reason is that mental closeness is always perceived as more dangerous than physical, and social networks offer just such a rational method of communication. You can kick a person out of bed in about a minute. If you need to do this very politely, you can meet in half an hour. Getting someone out of their heads is more difficult, and the Internet is like a huge head made up of a billion other heads. Crystal platonic communication.
It’s unlikely you can “just have sex” with someone if you have more than 50 mutual friends. Come on friends. If you wrote to him yesterday condolences under the status that his dog died. Not to be involved in the life of another becomes very difficult. Those who, in principle, are afraid of serious relationships, have new safety rules (besides “not falling in love” and “not staying overnight”): or we are asleep, which means we do not correspond; or we communicate, but then we definitely do not sleep.
The message can really be much more intimate than physical contact, because it primarily affects the person. In any case, the girls are now not sharing the news about how they went on a date, but "he wrote to me, he wrote to me!". Because if he wrote, then this is definitely more than just sex. However, when I hear a similar exclamation from my girlfriend, I want to cry, come to her in the night with a bottle of wine and say: "Well, we are fools." In my dreams, then we would have had a threesome with someone who, at that moment, turned up under a drunken hand on Facebook. But no, because at that moment something curious is coming to me in person, and I am going to invent a dodgy answer.
ILLUSTRATION: Masha Shishova