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earlier picture of you is accurate. You seem to have shed a few years (despite husband and children), Mrs. Emma Rothner.
    And there’s one more thing. I love the way you keep on quoting from my old emails. It must mean that you haven’t deleted them. How flattering!
    What do you think about my meeting idea?
    All the best,
    Leo
    Forty minutes later
    Re: Test
    Dear Leo,
    There’s just one problem: if you figure out which one’s me, you’ll know what I look like. If I figure out who you are, I’ll know what you look like. But you don’t want to know what I look like. And I’m worried that I won’t like the way you look. Will that be the end of our exciting journey together?
    Or to put it another way: is this sudden desire to identify each other an excuse not to send emails anymore? I would find that too high a price to pay for my curiosity. I’d rather remain anonymous and get emails from the snow bear for the rest of my life.
    Kiss,
    Emmi
    Thirty-five minutes later
    Re: Test
    Nicely put! I’m not worried about our meeting. You won’t recognize me. And I’ve got such a clear picture of you that it needs only to be confirmed. Should my picture of you (contrary to all expectations) be inaccurate, however, I won’t work out who you are anyway. Then I can preserve my fantasy image.
    A kiss from me too,
    Leo
    Ten minutes later
    Re: Test
    Maestro Leo,
    It’s driving me nuts that you’re so sure you know what I look like! In fact I think it’s downright impertinent. One more question: when you gaze at your high-res fantasy image of me, do you at least like what you see?
    Eight minutes later
    Re: Test
    Like, like, like. Is that really so important?
    Five minutes later
    Re: Test
    Yes, it’s crucial, Mr. Moral Theologian. Well, it is for me anyway. I like 1) to like. And I like 2) to be liked.
    Seven minutes later
    Re: Test
    Is it not enough to 3) like yourself?
    Eleven minutes later
    Re: Test
    No, I’m far too narcissistic for that. Anyway, it’s easier to like yourself if you know that other people like you too. You probably just want to 4) make your in-box happy, am I right? Your in-box is a tolerant sort. You don’t have to brush your teeth for your in-box. Do you still have all your own teeth, by the way?
    Nine minutes later
    Re: Test
    At last, I’ve got Emmi’s blood racing again. To close the subject for the time being, I really like my fantasy image of you—if I didn’t, I wouldn’t think of it so often, dear Emmi.
    One hour later
    Re: Test
    So you think of me often? That’s nice. I often think of you too, Leo. Maybe we shouldn’t meet up after all. Night-night!
    The next day
    Subject: Cheers!
    Hello Leo,
    Sorry to disturb you so late. Are you online? Interested in a glass of red wine? Not to share, obviously. I should tell you that I’m already on my third. (If you don’t drink wine, please lie and tell me that you enjoy a glass from time to time, or a bottle, all in good measure. You see, there are two kinds of men I can’t abide: drunks and ascetics.)
    Fifteen minutes later
    Subject: (no subject)
    I’m just about to drink my fourth, and then I’ll pass out.
    Your last chance for today.
    Seven minutes later
    Subject: (no subject)
    Shame. Your loss. Thinking of you. Night-night.
    The next day
    Subject: Shame
    Dear Emmi,
    I’m really very sorry to have missed our romantic midnight assignation at our computers. I’d have drunk a glass with you in a flash, to you and to virtual anonymity. Would white wine have been O.K. too? I prefer white to red. No, fortunately I don’t have to lie to you. I’m not often drunk, and neither am I always monk-like. O.K., I’d ten times rather be drunk than ascetic; ten times over, and twenty times more often. Take Marlene (remember her?), Marlene didn’t touch a drop of alcohol. She couldn’t take it. And what was worse, she couldn’t take