"Meeting someone" in our internet age. Anyone can be your friend in 15 seconds with just a click.

"Hey, it's me," I say. We've moved from Match.com to this in one day.

"Hey, how are you? I called you earlier. Your mother answered. She called me 'sir.' I don't think she likes me.

At least he's not stupid.

"Say, could you call me tomorrow night on my cell?" he says. "I'm driving to a party then, and we could talk on the way. I told my friends I met somebody. They all want to meet you.

"Don't you want to meet me first?"

Linda McCullough Moore, "This Road Will Take You Closer To The Moon," from the book of short stories with the same title