seriously, is there anything that gets you more action then the “broken heart” status update? what the hell?
it’s unseemly how it brings out old flings, girls in waiting, and the generally horny, all of whom seem to assume that you are, at least temporarily, available as a fuck-friend. not that i’m complaining.
when did this happen? i’m not bad looking, but nothing ridiculously notable either, and emotionally, i am like this blog, so it must be something in the medium. i’ve been “taken” or at least “it’s complicated” (stupidest term ever) for the entirety of the social networking craze; i hadn’t realized the killer use was easy sex. i’ve been awash in renewed interest from exes, forbiddens, and the previously poorly timed, and its an unbelievably efficient process. awkwardly so.
this is a world in which proposing coffee and crepes is a unique first date solution, and likely overkill. “poke” indeed.
so nothing more today. i’m out of steam. i’d just like to point out that under that nice preppy exterior facebook is a filthy hall of tramps like me. i know i’m late to this party, but i’m surprised.
