Remember the exploits The Chick and I had, exploiting the cute young waiter? You remember . . . the very very very friendly, very very very good looking waiter who was in training to be a horse dentist? Yeah . . . him. Anyway, in the course of our flirtation, I decided I needed to explore his backstory. I mean really . . . a horse dentist? So, in my investigation, I set up a facebook account so I could check out his page. (And, what do you know . . . the sweet young thing was pretty much telling us the truth.)
That was months and months ago. I promptly forgot my log in information for facebook. Until last week. Last week, I got an email that some person I don't know had added me as a friend. How they even found me is a mystery because I only recall putting in a name . . . no other identifying information.
In a fit of procrastination, I started exploring facebook. I found people I attended school with many years ago. Some, I have good memories of. Some, meh . . . not so much. And, of course there were the usual folks I'd communicate with anyway. I even found one of those behavioral science types from my past.
For about 24 hours, I basked in the illusion of popularity. I was adding friends and sending messages and pokin' folks left and right. Then, it all calmed down. And, I'm realizing that I'm still that rather unpopular, rather strange, particularly nerdy monkey I've always been. But, for one shining day . . . I felt popular.
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