Peter

I met Peter when I was at university. We were in the same group. He was a few years younger than me, but he looked older. Tall, well built, very serious. I know he fancied me because he kept staring at me all the time, but he never made a move. He wasn't really my type (mainly because he was too serious); besides, I was involved with someone else at the time. Then we finished university, got a diploma and everybody went their separate ways. A few years have passed.

And now, one day, while I am looking for a former colleague of mine, I find Peter on a social networking site. I am happy to find an old acquaintance so I send him a friend request. He accepts it. I look through his photos – he looks much better now – more confident, happier, more relaxed. He's still not my type, but I think we can be friends. I send him a short e-mail: “Hello, I'm glad to find you here. How are you? What have you been up to? Regards. Jenny”

He writes back: “Hi. It's nice to hear from you. I'm fine, thank you. I work as a spokesperson now. Do you keep in touch with people from university? Have a nice day. Peter”

I do keep in touch with some of them, so I e-mail him and tell him who I am in contact with, how they are etc. Then I ask him if he keeps in touch with any of our friends from university and... he never writes back!