This is the second time it’s happened to me. I got dumped online. Worse: I have absolutely no idea who did it.
All I know for sure is I woke up the other morning with one fewer “friend.”
The first time was easier to take. I was deleted by a certifiably crazy woman who’d done the same to me once before. In fact, hers was the only actual letter–posted by the USPS–that I’ve ever received formally ending our friendship. I should’ve known that our rebirth period on a networking site couldn’t last.
This time, though, I can’t figure it out. After searching for my not-quite-the-bestest friends, or the ones I’d had to apologize to at any point, I don’t seem to be missing the most likely candidates for deletion. I checked for my fiance, and he didn’t delete my either, so I guess it’s not that big a deal. At least I won’t have to reschedule the wedding.
Funny that it bothers me, though.
I feel the same sense of virtual losss with friend requests I’ve sent out that never come back. Twice, I tried to add this slutty woman from high school who I hated with a passion. Twice! I mean, this chick’s hairspray consumption from ages 14-18 were written up by Al Gore as one of the most contributory factors in global warming. And still, getting rejected by someone I never wanted to be friends with in the first place sucks.
I should know better than to click “add” so quickly.
Time to search through my real friends and see if I can steal any more acquaintances….
and my friend count steadily grows…
I’ve still got more than twice your numbers, buddy!
Learn to become a full-fledged Facebook friend-whore like me. De-friending hurts less when you’ve got several hundred.
Who was the hairspray hog? Can I guess?
Think bangs. Six inches, straight up in the air.
You just described half the women in our class. I’ll guess, though - was she born on St. Patrick’s Day?
Yep!
You must have pissed her off in Student Government or something like that.
You were at the 10-year reunion. Didn’t YOU encounter some of the fallout from the SWR dramasphere? I remember sitting through a 20-minute diatribe about how Classmate X still wanted to kick Classmate Y’s ass for something he said in, like, 1998. Amazing how someone can hold a grudge that long. As far as I’m concerned, high school was just greasy kid stuff.
I remember catching up with Jason Testa after the reunion, and he told me “someone got into a fight that night and broke up with her boyfriend on the dance floor.” I had to admit it was me….
As far as grudges go, I enjoy a 5-year window of ass-kicking opportunity. After that, it’s just pathetic.
Okay, so one time I totally thought that had happened to me. I was counting up to 300. I left the house with 299 friends and returned with 298.
BUT, as it turns out, that person had left Facebook altogether. It took some sleuthing to figure this out, which another friend of mine was only too happy to do. Soooo, all I’m saying is, it’s POSSIBLE that the person who seems to have defriended you has actually defriended Facebook entirely.
If only you knew who it was! Then I could help you figure it out. Pay if forward and all.