Anyway, back to Facebook. Last night, while enduring the longest night at work in ages, I decided to poke around on the the ol' book. I joined this group called "If you lived in the Whitestone, Bayside area and grew up in the 80's, 90's..." and managed to find all of the people I went to Jr. High with. It was quite the event.
My personal favorite was when I discovered the boy I shared my first kiss with. Ben. He was a scrawny little thing with big blue eyes and a love for Green Day that I so admired. We wrote notes in class and he would roller blade to my house and kiss me. Then he would roller blade off into the sunset and I would walk around all dreamy-eyed for the next 6 hours and write about it in my journal. Ben and I ended when his BFF Matt decided he liked me and sent his brother Nick to throw an egg at poor old Benny Boy. Hit him square in the stomach. Then Nick walked me home because Matt had baseball practice and Nick kissed me, much to Matt's dismay.
I felt very important being the center of this dramatic love square. I even wrote poems about it. Sadly, it wouldn't be the last time I enjoyed the drama of friends and brothers fighting for my honor.
Anyway, when I came across Ben's page, it turns out he's become one of those Pre-Pubescent looking Male Models. And most likely he's gay. I wonder if it's the bitter taste of the ill-requited love he felt for me that turned him off to women forever?? Probably not. But I like to think I make an impact.
Facebook is like an open window into the pasts and futures of everyone you know. If you look hard enough you could link so much together. You could find out who they were before you knew them. The nerds, the whores, the weird kids. Do enough detective work and it all comes together. Not that I have that kind of attention span. I'm just saying - you could.
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