Damn, damn, damn!
Before I can even talk about the lock and key event, the interesting prospects and hell-to-the-no’s I’ve received from the online dating account, or even a mention of my first meeting up with one guy Saturday night, said guy does the one thing that annoys me the most- sends a damn friend request on Facebook.
Scroll back up four lines and perhaps you’ll understand why I’m so irked. We JUST met!!!!!!!
It may not make sense now since you’re not privy to the details of our last minute meet up, the pseudonym being assigned to this man won’t make sense. As soon as I’m able to post again, you’ll hear more about Bearded Dragon.
Oh yes, I did.
Now, back to my rant – this lingering friend request.
Several months or so ago, a girlfriend and I were discussing this very thing and at first, she said she didn’t see what the big deal was about adding someone you just met. That is until I started explaining to her what any in the past did with my posts, photos and friends list.
I’m talking violations in the worst way, and I also reminded her of Sybil – a former hangover who got his panties all in a bind because I wasn’t quite ready to add him after we reconnected one day over lunch.
What is the frigging deal with needing to have so many ways to connect with someone you just met? I’m sorry to say this but if we’ve met once and didn’t have that oh-my-goodness-you’re-wonderful-where-have-you-been-all-my-life type of encounter, you better believe the jury is still out on whether or not I want to continue knowing you.
Viewing my posts, whereabouts and more importantly, my photographs of my child, friends, names of my friends are things I need to be comfortable with sharing. Bearded Dragon has my telephone number so he can call or text and that’s about all that I’m interested in sharing.
Whatever happened to etiquette?
Just as a man would ask if he could call you, why not ask if he can friend you?
Shit, now that I think about it I’m turned off by this even more. He does NOT have my email address and I NEVER told him my last name, so how the hell did he look me up on Facebook in the first place???
He Googled me.
Say what you want to say, its a preference on just how much you want to share. Once I share the conversation over dinner, you’ll understand why.