I am currently listening to a young Texas schoolteacher, who is spending part of her winter break at a Starbucks in Iowa, talk breathlessly at her lady friend about a dilemma: to send naked pictures of herself to this guy she just met and thinks she kinda likes or not to send naked pictures of herself to this guy she just met and thinks she kinda likes?

In case you’re wondering, she has so far opted not to send naked pictures of herself to this guy she just met and thinks she kinda likes. This decision is not based on anything related to scruples or self-respect. It is because she “doesn’t weigh 110 pounds, but I have started to be more vain since he started asking me for them. I do my hair now, and I dress nicer. And I know he sees regular pictures of me on Facebook, so he can’t be that repulsed by me.” They have not yet met in person.

Is this what dating in 2011 actually looks like? It is so creepy. I hate it. I don’t know how you people do it. Thank God I met Cory when I did—pre-3G, when Facebook was for documenting math finals and weekend parties, way before the “sexting” phenom had yet to materialize.

She just whipped out her phone to show her lady friend naked pictures of her Facebook suitor. I am gagging a little on my latte.