There was the time I was concerned about a friend’s dog, but ended up asking about my former boyfriend (“How’s the Pete?”). (My iPhone remembered, whereas I wanted to forget.) There was the friend, a cocktail lover, who texted her pediatrician to inquire if she should switch her 2-year-old from “1 percent milk to ‘whiskey.” (He said yes, definitely, she should.) And Allyson Downey, a New York entrepreneur whose frequent response to something she liked — “Love ‘em!” — always seemed to read “Love me.”
“It makes me look horribly needy,” Ms. Downey said.
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