In the mood for love, but not a commute
My sophomore year at Stanford I went on a few dates with a guy who lived in Santa Clara. We had some fun. He was attractive, a good kisser, and made me think about things. However, he decided to stop dating because Stanford was too much of a commute. He was going to start seeing this guy who lived 5 minutes from him, he said.
As the world went global (I don’t know what it was before), my personal life went very local.
Perhaps, used to the instant gratification of a phone message, people are disappointed when physical contact is not as immediately available.
