I realized I had no real clue what our Yos were saying. It meant nothing. But maybe it meant something. I had no idea.
The next day, I woke up and thought more about our first forays into Yo. It felt like I’d reverted back to caveman days when primal grunts were the only way humans communicated with each other. “Uhh” had become “Yo” except space had separated us so we couldn’t pick up on any body movements or social cues. I had to take action.
“We need a Yo Code,” I said on Saturday morning, channeling that Mogli CEO’s profound logic about his wife’s complaints. “Anytime you’re thinking of me throughout the day, just send me a yo. And I’ll know you’re thinking of me.”
Throughout the day, she sent me several Yo’s. And I Yo’d her too.
I thought about how much fun we had together in London a year ago around this time.
“Yo.”