I’m a relatively newbie on Facebook. For a couple of years now I’ve been invited to join Facebook by friends. I kept all the invitations in the inbox but never did anything about it. There are several reasons that I rejected this social networking tool but the main reason is that I’m already on MSN, Yahoo Messenger, Skype, Gmail chat and of course the regular Emails. Do I need one more networking tool so that I can stay in touch with friends?
As Facebook becomes increasingly popular man friends upload pictures taken during gatherings onto Facebook. I felt left out because I couldn’t browse through the photos. There’s nothing more upsetting than getting your pictures taken and never saw the finished products. Eventually I gave in and signed up for an account. That was Thanksgiving 2008. As of now I have 432 friends on my Facebook.
I have a habit to take my camera wherever I go, especially when there are people, food and drinks involved. Thanks to the holiday season and lots of year-end parties. I took tons of pictures and uploaded them onto my Facebook. At that point Facebook was mainly for sending out event invitations and storing photos.
One day I woke up, turned on my laptop and signed in to Facebook. There was a friend request. 99.999% of time I would have at least one mutual friend with whoever is trying to add me as a friend. This guy and I have zero mutual friends and from what I could see in his profile picture I ain’t got a clue who he is.
So I thought he must be someone who’s bored out of his mind and decided to add me as a random person. Just before I deleted this friend request he sent a message over. It said, “Boo! Guess who? I bet you don’t remember me. That’s okay. I won’t be offended.”
“Wow, this guy is so certain that I don’t know who he is and yet speaks like he does know me.” I thought to myself. So I accepted his friend request and he popped over to say “Hello” as he was online.
“Have you figured out who I am?” he asked.
“Nope, ain’t got a clue. Help me out here!”
“August of 1992. University of San Francisco.”
I was a freshman in 1992 at USF. So, what is it to you? I still couldn’t link all that to this person.
“Hayes Healy. Phelan Hall. I used to tell you how nice you look when you’re going out.”
First year in college I lived on campus in a girl’s dorm Hayes Healy and I would go hang out in the co-ed dorm called Phelan Hall where a lot of my friends lived. As for compliments, it was a daily ritual. I remember even the school janitors would tell me that I looked lovely. During college days I was always in a dress. I kept some of them and gosh, they are skimpy and even scandalous! Now I wonder how I used to walk on the street like that!
“What I’m about to tell you will definitely help you remember who I am.”
Yeah. Try me. I’ve been there, done that and seen it all.
“You and me - making out in my room – and my girlfriend walked in on us!”
“OH MY GOD! Mr. Baseball…how are you?”
Oh boy. It’s all coming back to me now. I think it was then I began this habit of mine – sitting on a man’s lap. And if I can’t sit on his lap then he’s not man enough for me.
“How did you find me? If I were you, I wouldn’t know where or how to search for old friends.”
“I was there for one year before moving to Texas but I would be class of ’96 if I finished in 4 years. So I searched for USF and class of ’96 on Facebook. I browsed through every picture and then there you were! The silky long hair is gone but I just know it’s you. I’m a federal agent. I don’t forget a face!”
You’re a what?! Boy, that’s HOT! A federal agent hunted me down!!! When I signed up for Facebook I would never think that something like this would happen. Hooray to FB! Thank you for finding the missing laps from 17 years ago!
