I sent him an email telling him for the 25th time this week to start using Twitter. I'm always pushing him to be as "virtual" as I am and join every social network I am part of. His response:
If I join all those mechanisms, I can't work;
If I can't work, I can't pay the bills of our house;
If I don't pay the bills, your sister and I will have to move to a third floor apartment with no stairs;
Then, with less space, we'll argue more;
With more arguing, less babies;
Less trips;
Less love.
The internet is against love.
