We started to care less about whether the person we had just slept with would text us, more about whether they would add us, or if we could add them without putting them off, and how to ascertain who else they were sleeping with by looking at the evidence on their wall. Thanks to Facebook, our gossip became more dirty and convoluted than a Laclos novel - you know, the one we never got around to reading because we were four weeks behind on our course essays, slack jawed, sad, staying in and clicking refresh, just like Jesse Eisenberg in the last scene of The Social Network.