"At the Gawker launch party last night, I thought you were a friend of Julian Casablancas but really you run some weblog or something. When the booze ran out I tried to find you to share these really neat pills I discovered while scrounging in Meg's purse but I think you were in the bathroom re-mussing your million dollar post-Jimmy Fallon hair. I was wearing legwarmers. I'm dying to continue our conversation on Zipf's Law. I know you wanted me, so bust a move and come and get it."
More than virtual? [Craig's List]