Sex­tual chem­istry

Would ANNA GOLD­FARB’s marathon tex­ting re­la­tion­ship ever turn into a ro­mance IRL?

Marie Claire (South Africa) - - CONTENTS - Twit­ter @Sh­mit­tenKit­ten

Imet Matt back­stage at a sum­mer mu­sic fes­ti­val in my home­town of Philadel­phia in the US. Wear­ing retro sneak­ers and a plaid shirt, he looked like Clark Kent’s cooler, younger brother. ‘You from around here?’ I asked. ‘Nope, Brook­lyn,’ he said. When he ca­su­ally men­tioned adorable guy I’d seen in ages live two hours away, but he was also taken. Our bur­geon­ing ro­mance did not look promis­ing. ‘Let’s be friends,’ he said, and asked for my soon lit up my phone with a steady stream of witty texts. Within days, we had grad­u­ated to on­line mes­sag­ing ses­sions. Be­cause I typ­i­cally date artists and mu­si­cians,


Our tex­ting ramped up to a whole new level AS WE TRIED TO OUT-DIRTY EACH OTHER

Anna Gold­farb

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