Now almost everyone I know is armed with an Iphone or a Black Berry, and the better question is whether you'd interrupt a date to read Weixin or respond to a text message. Most would, my bet.

Indeed, as I watch people madly typing on tiny keyboards or announcing their locations as if  the whole world was keeping an eye on them. There is really nothing people won’t interrupt in order to be connected with. Well, it’s just about anybody.

I'm amazed at the apparent loneliness that drives these incessant efforts to "communicate". Clearly, these are desperate times. Sometimes, I can't settle arguments with instant fact-checking. And I’m far from first in my crowd to see celebrities in fashion. On the plus side, I have time to think. "It's not the stress." A wise friend has said,” It’s the interruption". I have few.

But bitter and angry, we left, which is not to say we were unhappy. You know there is something refreshingly human about surges as strong emotions. And, even more, it is increasing satisfying to disconnect. By the way, a joke came to my mind as the way to amuse you guys: Summer is great for the single, but who wants to be alone in the winter?