Monday, August 02, 2010

I Don't Do Foursquare

Matt McDermott has a nice piece today about Foursquare. I suppose the tool has plenty of purposes, but I don't feel the need.


Mario was many years Sophia's senior, but if anything, that age difference was a mark of his virility that caused him nearly to strut, as well as his old knees were capable of strutting, anyhow. There was something else hanging over him, something clouding their relationship, and until that evening he'd yet to put his bony, old finger on it.

He would finish his meal and call her a cab, giving her the same curt instructions he had delivered, it seemed to him, to far too many of the city's beautiful young women, "Don't call me. Don't drive by my house." 

He had learned to tolerate the sending and receiving of texts at the table. He had forgiven many times the phone conversations that interrupted their moments together. But she was now the Mayor of Salvatore's Ristorante on Foursquare, and he knew it was time to end the affair.  

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