My name is Becca, and I’m a facebook addict... and I know I’m not the only one. As addictive as facebook is, it does come in very useful when you’re starting to date someone you don’t know. A person’s profile page is usually a pretty good indicator of what that person is really like. For example, when I started dating a very nice guy last year and looked up his page, I couldn’t help but notice all of his pictures were of him and various trash-tastic girls. Most of the girls I recognized, not because I knew them, but because I knew of them and their infamous stories. So 1 – he’s probably a lot like the girls he hangs out with, and 2 – he does a very poor job of masking the fact that he has an affinity for girls with fake tans and fake chests.
When used correctly, facebook is amazing. But when you’re single, the people you add as friends and the pictures you choose to be tagged in can make you or break you. As a general rule, I don’t add guys I’m dating as friends, if they find me, I’ll usually put them on limited profile. This is because for status updates I write whatever pops into my head, such as “I’ll know I’ve grown up when I wake up and smell like wine instead of tequila” and “Even if I got a yellow car and painted it red, I would still know it was originally yellow. It’s like dating a post-op transsexual.” - That is a level of crazy reserved for my friends, someone I’ve just started dating may not understand my particular sense of humour.
However, sometimes it’s useful if a guy can see my status update. I was dating a guy last summer and he added me to facebook. He wasn’t putting as much effort into wooing me as he should have been so I made my status “Becca had the most beautiful flowers delivered to her office today!!” then I told a few friends to comment, so they wrote “he is so sweet!” and “he’s definitely a keeper!”. Now obviously there were no flowers, but as soon as this guy thought I was dating someone else that’s sending me flowers, he stepped his game up tenfold. Manipulation? Possibly... but rather than telling him he needed to try harder, I let him think he was figuring it out on his own. It’s a win/win!
This blog topic came up because I spent a good amount of time looking up “Fire Engine Red” guy (who btw phoned me while on vacation to tell me he was thinking of me... usually I would think that’s a little intense, but he’s really good looking, so I’m going to let it slide) anyway, I found him, but his privacy settings wouldn’t let me see the interesting things like pictures. All in good time, I’m sure. He’s still gone another 2 weeks, which actually works out perfectly, because in 2 weeks “Summer Fun Pink” guy is moving away for a few months. It’s like the God of Fashion and Shoes is rewarding me for all my hard shopping with amazing scheduling. And I love him for it!
**This post is dedicated to my wonderful Fashion and English language loving friend who left me to go kickass in Bono’s hometown. Safe to say she was like a pseudo-therapist for me when it came to all issues, but especially concerning guys. Thank god for Skype!**
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