Every night, Nick watches poker on the computer. I call these his stories, and think it’s cute to ask questions afterwards like, How was the poker? Did people make bets? Were cards dealt? Did money change hands?
We’ve been in bed for the past hour, each on separate laptops. Just now, he paused his story, lifted his headphones off one ear, leaned over to me and said in a low voice, How’s the internet? Are women blogging? Are they writing about their feelings and the things happening in their lives?