Look, a notification from...Chris. Who's Chris? He wants to know how you've been. But who the hell is he? Oh yeah, he's the guy you met four years ago on holiday when you spent an hour with one night because the queue at the bar was crazy-long. And then he somehow figured out your name (did you even tell him?) and added you on Facebook. You're polite so you reply, but then he invites you for a drink. You live 150 miles apart. He insists. Damn. You manage to be diplomatic and excuse yourself from the conversation, but he keeps popping up online every weekend. Then after a quick look at his profile you see that the last picture of him is the one he took of the two of you in the queue on holiday (without your permission). Weird. Still, he bought you that drink, so it's not all bad.
