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I tell him I have a boyfriend and say, ''my boyfriend n i are planning 2 b 2gether 4 ever,'' and after I log off I begin to wonder if '' Brian'' isn't actually some 11-year-old boy living two floors above me. Are teen-agers all over the globe meeting up with their on-line pals in real life -- at concerts, in the second-class compartments of European trains? is sticky, a cyberfriend says, definitely a place where a lot of teen-agers go to hang and mostly talk about stuff teen-agers talk about -- romance being No. I log on to the friendly blue-and-orange home page, with features and bulletins, a quote of the day and a daily poll: '' Would you date someone of different ethnicity?'' '' Would you date someone your parents don't approve of?I have to think to remember ''girl'' not ''woman.'' I have to think to remember ''cool'' not ''very cool.'' A crew of teen-agers suddenly bursts into the room crying out to get it on: '' Want 2 cyber? '' They beg for ''pics'' (pictures) and often stop chatters in their tracks for what amounts to an all-room booty call.'' Everybody, give me age, sex and favorite position,'' one guy writes; ''everybody'' is written in capital letters, the on-line version of shouting.Once a generation saw itself grow up on TV; now a generation is watching itself grow up on line.It would follow then that the 31 million teen-agers of Gen Y or Generation Why or Echo Boomers or Millennials, as this group is variously called, would have completely new ways of perceiving one another and themselves. Teen-age years -- at least in my memory -- are reserved largely for trying out different personas.There are hundreds of such chat rooms on AOL, and it has taken a lot of Net navigating simply to find one that has room enough to let me in.For all the crowds and clamoring, there's not much being said in this chat room, or rather, not much that's being paid attention to.
Then one night, out of nowhere, he asks me if I want to cyber. ) I say no, but agree to send him a kiss, which I do.
A 16-year-old girl is talking about her baby due in two months.
A grumpy 15-year-old guy reluctantly wishes her well.
I write ''16/f'' and ask him if his screen name, Flock82, was inspired by the 80's synth-pop band A Flock of Seagulls. I struggle to remember their big hit but realize I'm dating myself in doing so.
'' I can't remember their biggest hit,'' I write, ''maybe I'll ask my older brother.'' Perhaps sensing a fraud, Flock82 moves on.
Maybe this is the Internet's greatest asset to teendom: access, and the confidence to slip in and out of personalities, the ability to try on identities, the adolescent equivalent of playing dress-up in the attic, standing before the mirror in heels and lipstick long before you own your own.