Itâs the SMS equivalent of henâs teeth: a text from Joe.Â It begins:
âHey!Â Iâm clearly rubbish at communicating by Facebookâ¦â
Not as rubbish as you are at communicating by text!
ââ¦so I thought Iâd text you insteadâ¦â
He goes on to suggest catching up over a drink.Â I compose a mental list of questions to put to him:
- Is your flatmate single?
- Why isnât your flatmate on Facebook?
- Or LinkedIn?
He is on Google.