So I finally figured out how to use Facebook. I’m not a big fan of Facebook, and here are my reasons:
- Privacy. I’m a very private person. I don’t like to share “my stuff” with the world. If you know me, you know what is going on. There is no reason for me to advertise it for the masses
- TMI. And really, who cares? Who cares what I’m doing? I’m not all that excited to hear/read about the daily lives of others. Yes, I love you family, but I don’t need to know that on July 4th “God Bless America” is your favorite song.
- Time. Honestly, I don’t have enough time in the day to give my boyfriend and cats the attention they deserve for putting up with me, where would I find time to check up on other people?
Anyway, I figured out that the red boxes in the upper left corner indicate that I have requests and messages. So this morning I accept friends and respond to a few messages. One friend request was from a guy I met years ago, 1995 to be exact, on an airplane. I was single at the time, he was single, there was a connection… but it just faded away. He was a cutie, but he lived in Chicago, Miami, and LA.. I lived in SF. I was obsessed with being a career woman so I didn’t see how a relationship would work.. we lost touch until this morning.
As it turns out, he has been thinking about me THIS ENTIRE TIME. He has never forgotten me, finally found me on Facebook and sent a friend request. We “chatted” via Facebook IM… he is now a film producer living in Argentina and Miami, single, no kids… and still a hottie. What amazes me is that someone would remember me, that in our brief time together (a plane ride and a couple of phone calls), I had an impact on him. Crazy.
When we were talking on the plane, I remember thinking to myself, “OH MY GOD, this hottie is talking to ME!”… I couldn’t believe it. Me! I guess I never thought anything of it because I assumed he was out of my league – too good-looking, passionate, smart for a simple (and poor) girl from Utah. It never occurred to me that he thought differently, saw me differently than I saw myself.
Anyway, it was very nice to hear from someone out of the blue like that. Made my day.
Paula you sell your self short, I think. Speaking as a guy I will always renamed a woman on an a plain who spends part of the flight talking to me. Flirtation or not a total stranger and being interested enough to not keep reading the inflight magazine and to take the effort to have a conversation that is not planed out but is just about really nothing but stuff. That is a really great thing.
Plus since your conrction with him was so brief it was perfect. He has the amazing memory of your shared time with none of the ugly stuff that is reality. Like life, laundry, scary fashion choices. You know that stuff that being in a relationship requires we deal with to stay together.
Sounds like it was a very nice and safe surprise.