Tim Weldon, who had traveled from Connecticut to man the “think tank” desk—where people submit ideas for reform into Tupperware containers—loomed as a good start. He was engaged in passionate conversation with a pretty girl—but quickly told me sex is not what this movement is about. “No one is here looking for that,” he said. It’s more that people “are hooking up on an intellectual level.”
He added, however, that the possibility of meeting someone was “in the back of my mind”—and all the more so because of “all the beautiful women here.”
Andy, a curly-haired member of the “facilitation group,” remarked that, “Of course people are meeting each other here—the best people in the world are here.” But the real thrill, he said, was to be among an entire community of like-minded peers. Andy, like others, seemed to be gratifying a generalized craving for interaction, to be somewhere, physically, with people, the togetherness acting like an antidote to Internet-induced solitude.