When I’m writing to a friend on her work account and after sending, gmail encourages me to invite her to gmail, I get so eye-rollingly annoyed. It’s like when my parents encourage me to call up this family friend they’re trying to set me up with on a Sunday morning and invite him over for bagels. Both situations make me want to shout, “This just isn’t how it works! And why do I have to explain how impossible this is to you?” I’m pretty sure that my friend who works in the Senate isn’t going to change her work e-mail over to a gmail account and even more sure that calling a single 30-year-old man at 8:15 on a Sunday morning with the offer of smoked fish won’t lead to romance. Sheesh, you guys.
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