Sergei Minayev. Videoты, or The Chicks. Two years later (№ 191085)

I could not even imagine that in a number of lovers. Where did they all suddenly come from? Came from other cities? Flew from the sickening grayness of the residential districts in the city centre, in the light of these vulgar stratabase lights, like moths in the mating season? Or this landing lovers just got acquainted with each other "Classmates", "Contacts", "Facebook" and now spilled into reality? All these people sit and consider each other when the evening lights of Moscow, comparing materialized flesh with high quality digital photos, which each of them demonstrated during the day?
Probably one of the pair not finding each other the slightest hint of their virtual dreams, parted that evening. Others tomorrow morning. Some pieces landing will last weeks, months or years. Units will live happily until the end of his life. However, what's the difference? Today all these people are for various reasons involved with each other. "Nick sent you an invite to be friends," "Mary confirmed your friend request". "Mary has set the rating of your photo". "Nick has sent you a virtual gift". Fast Internet, photoshop latest version, lightning bombardment of messages. Moscow-2010, in which everything is so simple... click-click: "Mary and nick are now friends". And everyone is happy. Just me. I can't do it. Maybe it's because I have a life, not the VIP account? Or I somehow missed the number needed to send esumes to connect paid service "happy together"?