Love At Sunrise

Love the Modern Way

Lea and I met in the most modern way possible. 

No, not exactly through Facebook. But it's close enough. Because for once, I'm really glad the NSA, foreign intelligence services and Congressmen forced Facebook to implement data tracking.

Let me explain. 

To those of you who do not know, your mobile phones are tracking your movement, day and night, even if you end up in some forsaken place hidden in the corner of the world. And when you have apps that use that data to present you with a "customised experience" you end up with either freakishly accurate restaurant suggestions or you get something else. 

That something else for me was Lea. For once, all my Facebook ogling paid off, because while I was browsing Facebook while in the tube, she was doing the same about eight seats away from me. I noticed her even then, her tousled blonde locks and her lacquered boots striking a note inside the drab tube. She was humming to herself the tune of a song only she knew, ticking around the phone screen to pass the time. From my part, there was nothing much I could do. No guy goes in the tube to pick up girls, so I let it slide away even if I was trying my hardest to catch one of her glances. 

Well, I did at least. Facebook didn't let it slide. 

Because once in a while, technology gives you a hand when you least expect it to help you. Fast forward 45 minutes later and there she was, smack down in the middle of the Facebook feed everyone stares at every day to look at an endless flow of selfies. In the top right corner, there she was, slotted right underneath the People You May Know tab. I was scratching my head, wondering how the hell did I get so lucky. 

Even better, we had a number of common friends, all of them good friends of mine. 

And just so you know, I didn't make any agreement with Goddess Fortuna beforehand. I didn't trade my soul to find a way to meet the beautiful girl in the tube. But since Fortuna decided to be charitable, I had to do something, anything even, to meet her face to face. Something, anything, save for stressing our common friends to arrange a meeting between us. 

In the end, I didn't have to do anything. She came to me.