Ten years ago, only a handful of kids at my school had Apple computers (I had a Dell), there was no universal campus Wi-Fi (not even in dorms; I had an ethernet cable), everyone wanted a Blackberry, and Facebook was relatively new, still only open to those with an .edu address.

On that particular April Fools', I woke up, climbed down from my loft bed (#tbt), and opened my Dell to log into Facebook, a thing I did no less than twenty times a day. In whatever iteration the Facebook layout was in (this was pre-newsfeed), a notification appeared in some top real estate on my "wall."

"Introducing LIVE POKE," I scanned the text. "We'll send a real person to go to poke your friend, IRL." At the time, the "poke" feature was big on Facebook, though no one could come to any conclusion as to what it meant, but maybe it was flirting.

I was horrified. What the fuck? I didn't even consider logistics, because I am a Big Picture Thinker, but perhaps if I had I would have seen a parade of red flags. But I didn't. I just jumped straight to what a bad move this was for Facebook. This was dangerous! Live Poking?! Were they insane? Was someone about to knock on my door, come into my room and touch me?