I’m not proud, I will freely admit that I joined Facebook, MySpace and Twitter for the same reason: to friend/follow Eddie Izzard. There’s just something about that man I find very attractive. That said, I spend very little time on Facebook other than a brief addiction to the gateway drug known as Mafia Wars right after I joined. Now the only interaction I have with Facebook is when it sends out automated birthday greetings on my behalf and when people contact me through my account, such as below:
Hey Debbie 🙂
I tried to add you as a friend, but I guess you never accepted it. I’ll tell you the main reason I wanted you to add me as a friend is so I could apologize to you for calling you [offensive name removed].
You were a very attractive girl, even my mom said so. It just took me all this time to realize it. I was the one that tagged you as [offensive name removed], well [other mean kid] had part in it. It was a tag that backfired on me. Hell, I remember the 2 of us in my parents living room after the pool. Shit! I could have gotten laid. It took me 22 years to realize that.
Anyway, not to freak you out but I am sorry for calling you [offensive name removed].
Thanks! [mean kid]
This highlights a problem I have frequently in my life: I am clearly much more memorable to others than they are to me. I have no idea who “mean kid” is, although I do vaguely remember “other mean kid” since I ran into his older brother on a trip back to where we all grew up on a business trip a few years ago. Also, if you do the math, you will realize that “mean kid” and I were both 13 at the time this happened, so clearly nobody was in any danger of getting laid. Anyway, I wish “mean kid” luck in his 12-step program and I will have a few extra drinks tonight trying to forget that he wrote to me.