Posted on July 12, 2011 by

Defining My Relationship with Google+.

Dear Google+,

I really want things to work out between us.  I know that my relationships with your siblings have ended abruptly (see: BuzzWave), but I’m extremely loyal to your family (see: SearchGmail, and Maps) and want to invest the time to make this happen. Your family is the Kennedys of the internet, and you were crafted by engineering Gods, which makes you irresistible to date. But this is a two-way street, and I’ll need you to make some sacrifices too.

First, I don’t want to move too fast.  It’s not that I’m a prude; it’s just that I’m in a few other long-term relationships and I can’t commit all my time to you.  I know you have friends, photos, streams, statuses, group video hangouts (see: awesome), and circles (who doesn’t like curves?), but it’s overwhelming and disingenuous to pretend that we’ve been together since the spring of 2004. We can’t just fabricate our past by circling up 700 million friends and billions of photos.  Relationships take time. I know you hate Facebook, but she and I took gradual steps to improve our relationship over the past 7 years.  We may have been poking early on, but we weren’t emoting our “I love you” statuses publicly until our 3rd anniversary.

If I marry you, Google+, I’ll also be cheating on Gmail.  And I don’t want to do that, I love Gmail.  Gmail is my journal, my confidant, my best friend.  And like Facebook, Gmail will surprise me with awesome new gifts like Chat or Talk or Labs.  These presents are easy to embrace because they are given gradually and not desperately thrown at me all at once.

You know what? I’m realizing that I want to take the next step with Gmail, not you, Google+.  All of my circles are already on Gmail. I communicate with them incessantly.  Add the group video and the stream to Gmail, and let’s start hanging out.

Deal?

Love,
rick.desai@gmail.com

Related: An e-mail to my blackberry.