Stories

What happened after the
feed got quieter.

Short notes from early users — the Sundays that actually happened, the trips that got booked, the book clubs that stopped losing themselves in the noise.

A group of friends outside on a spring afternoon

March

Story 01

The group chat that picked up flag football again.

Six friends. One flyer. A Sunday that actually happened.

— M., San Francisco

We used to be a flag football crew. Then we got jobs, and kids, and the group chat went quiet in that specific way group chats do — where everybody still likes each other but nobody is brave enough to pick a Sunday.

On Yenz, somebody dropped a flyer. Just that: Sunday, 11, the park off Fulton, bring shoes. Four of the six RSVPed inside an hour. We played. We were terrible. Then we ate tacos.

A flyer is a tiny thing that says: I would like to see you. It turns out that is most of the work.

Last month

Story 02

Two friends who finally planned the trip.

Iceland had been on the calendar for four years. Then it wasn't.

— R. & J., Portland

We'd been saying 'we should do Iceland' for literally four years. The texts would come in waves — a cheap flight would appear, somebody would say 'omg', nothing would happen.

On Yenz I posted a picture of my passport and a question: September or October? In a feed that ends, a question with two options gets answered. We booked the next day. We go in six weeks.

The feature request is actually pretty simple: we needed a place to ask real questions of people who aren't performing for each other.

Friends around a kitchen table after dinner

A recent Wednesday

Story 03

A quieter book club.

Three women who stopped arguing about what to read.

— The Tuesday book club, Oakland

We had a book club in a group chat and it was chaos — someone would push a new book, someone would lose the thread, someone would show up to dinner not having read anything.

We moved to a circle on Yenz called 'Tuesday'. One post per week: what we're reading, with a photo of the cover. One flyer: Tuesday night, my place, BYO opinion.

Nothing about the book club changed. We just stopped losing it in the noise of everything else.

Last Sunday

Story 04

The coffee shop that started to feel like one.

The usual booth, the usual people, a quiet finite feed.

— D., Los Angeles

There's a coffee shop on my corner where my three closest friends drift through on Sunday mornings. We didn't plan it. It's just a thing that happens.

Yenz has made it more of a thing. A picture of a latte at 10am gets a 'on my way' from someone by 10:15. No big deal, no event created, no calendar invite. The feed is focused enough that someone actually sees it.

I didn't realize that was the feature I wanted. But it is.

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