The term "poke me" doesn't have the connotation it used to when I was a teenager.
If somebody told me he or she was following me or I'd been tagged, I'd probably look at taking a restraining order out on that person or be wondering what colour spray paint was being used.
But this is the 21st century and I'm supposed to be - as a parent of two teenagers - computer literate. However, I gave up long ago trying to be "on to it" when it came to electronic gadgetry.
Nowadays, it seems, you're judged on how popular you are by how many friends you have on your Facebook page.
Heck, I can't even get on my page without the help of my son, and then all the jargon it uses is like a foreign language to me and I'm left there scratching my head and wondering why some Nigerian woman wants to be friends with me when she hasn't even met me.