| Jun212007 | F***book |
Ok, so I signed up. I didn’t really want to but I did and it’s done and let’s not go over it again.
One of the annoying things about F***book is that it finds a way to dredge up all the old high school people that you never really liked. I mean, sure, we sat next to each other in Math once but it’s not like we high-fived when you solved the question on the board. Our interactions together extend only to some vague geographical commonality. Frankly, if we are supposed to be friends then by all means I should be friends with the grumpy dude at the airport who patted me down for instruments of terror (e.g. the trombone).
That being said… :D
Every time one of these old high school guys manages to track me down, I click through to their profile and I wait with quiet anticipation. I want their profile to say, “Interested In: Men” because a little part of me WOULD NOT BE SURPRISED IF EVERYONE IN THAT HIGH SCHOOL TURNED OUT GAY. The sexual frustration in that all boys school was palpable; assuming the word “palpable” means “bi-curiosity through desperation”.
But so far, it’s 0 for 5. Dammit.
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