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### I could tell James was nervous when we met at the White Horse to pre-game.We were on our way to a sex club—the first time for both of us—and we knew it was going to be weird.Earlier this year, Timehop told Business Insider that the app could eventually show you more than posts on social media, like rides with Uber, the songs you listened to on Spotify, your heath tracker data, and even your text messages.The end goal is to be come the ultimate digital archive of your life.Price: Free Available on: i OS, Android, web The premise of Timehop is simple: connect your social media accounts, and the app shows you what you shared online a year ago, two years ago, and even further back.It's like getting a window into your past life on social media every day.Messenger now has 700 million users worldwide, and it’s become much more than a way to send text messages to friends.
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When James asked me to join him at an underground sex club, my first question, posed via text message, was, “What are you going to tell your wife?
It was Halloween, and James had brought along some cheap drugstore masks for us to wear. “You don’t want these people to be able to see your face.” When he’d forwarded me our reservation the night before, I’d been alarmed by the house rules, which included things like, “Personal hygiene is of the utmost importance” and “No ALWAYS means no.” I wondered what kind of freaks would go to such a place, besides us.
Aside from the sketchiness of the place itself, part of what was weird about this outing was that James and I are not a couple. We’ve gotten closer in the three years we’ve known each other, and there’s always been something faintly illicit about our relationship, partly because he’s a straight, married man and I’m a straight, single lady, and partly because our rapport was never wholly innocent: yes, we have similar politics and senses of humor, but we’re also attracted to each other. People who don’t know us usually assume we’re sleeping together.