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I meet Jesse on my second visit to Remote. It's the following Tuesday night, when there are only about 30 people in the place. It all starts innocently enough. We talk about our work, our ages, where we live, all the usual stuff. But soon, he's asking me to "do something sexy." I tease him by uncovering a modest patch of flesh near my shoulder. When I ask him to return the favor, he starts unbuttoning. He never gets further than baring his stomach and a little chest hair before we are both laughing so hard that the striptease stops.
A few minutes later, he walks over to my booth and asks for my number. I'm excited but a little embarrassed by it all. I guess he is too. The next day he leaves this message on my voice mail: "Hi, Anita, this is Jesse. I met you last night at Remote. It was fun, but...I had a lot to drink." Digital romance can be brutal.