Push notifications of a flirty exchange on Path. A quip on Twitter from the awkward man I didn’t unfollow. Unprompted, a message on Facebook that I was in the dreams of a guy 5 boyfriends ago – Last year a photo of his new baby showed up in my News Feed. Trying to meet up with friends, I discover via Find My Friends that another ex is driving on the same highway, 1 mile ahead. Two autocomplete results as I type my URL in Safari: one is a sappy monograph on kissing me from the eager boy that followed me around like an imprinted duckling. An email from the roommate I didn’t date, inquiring about my well being and new car. A phone call on my birthday from a man I haven’t spoken to in 4 years, our last exchange being him threatening to track me down after I have kids, and to take them away from me if I’m “still an evil person.” An online invitation to the San Francisco housewarming of a guy I dated for a month, hosted by him and his new girlfriend. Texts from a friend of a friend I slept with twice, ambiguous enough to be a booty call. IMs and camping plans with my first and his wife.