After many generous Gruner refills, we added each other on Instagram.When I got home later that night—his number written on a cocktail napkin in my purse—I checked my Instagram to find that Mr. As in, he had taken the time to scroll back through at least most of my 850 photos and "liked" a handful of my finest work—or more accurately, my finest selfies.
A few weeks ago, I spent an evening flirting with a super-cute bartender in Brooklyn.
One friend told me she became irrationally jealous to learn that the guy she was seeing had Deep Liked several pictures of another cute girl after stumbling upon his activity on the "Following" feature Instagram offers.
With so many public accounts, it's also super-easy to fall down a rabbit hole of "investigation." "I always check out that girl's pictures just to see if he's liked them, even though it probably doesn't mean anything," my friend sheepishly admitted.
So I did what any interested girl would do and scrolled through his feed, too.
While I only offered one Deep Like in return, I enjoyed the window into my new prospect.