If you ask us how we met, my boyfriend of three years will say online. He’s being deliberately provocative, because he knows I think he’s wrong. All the furtive staring and weird lurking and wordless, inexplicable hanging out — the activities that would eventually yield our love — did not take place online. How could they? They took place at St. Mark’s Bookshop, because that is where we met.
That the Internet got involved, in the form of a Craigslist Missed Connection, happened later.