Friday, 3 April 2009

"Facebook in doing Jo a favour SHOCK!"

Last Friday on a night out in Camden, I met a boy.

(At an 80's night. Populated by 18 year olds and other throwbacks from the 1980s. Felt like I was back at uni. Nice n all giddy and drunk n that. Funtimes.)

Near 1am, two tequilas and multiple G / V&Ts later (that was my attempt to be hangover free. No wine, I reasoned, equals no hangover. Failed). I noticed him and, as is my way when slightly drunk and confident, went over and stood next to him. We got chatting, I got dragged onto the dancefloor, where dancing turned into kissing, and kissing turned into the lights coming on and a swapping of numbers. Oh, and we ID'd each other: he didn't believe I was 24 (shucks) and I was amazed I'd managed to locate and pull someone who was not only fairly good looking, but actually my age.

In text messages the next day, he asked for my name to add me on facebook (urgh, I groaned. Really, do we have to? Oh well.) and on returning from Italy, I sent him a text. Something fairly fun and (I like to think) witty, as I referred to current events in London n all that, which means I'm well up on everything, dunnit, lil question at the end, love me, love me, reply to me, blah yadda yadda. A few hours later I logged onto Devil Book and saw a friend request from him. I accepted.

Anyway, it appeared that text message wise, no reply was forthcoming. A couple of hours had passed, and I used this time to check Devil Book, clicking straight onto "Photos of Camden Boy" as is the usual practice (the scrutinising of wall posts would come next). I was pleasantly surprised at what I found. Usually Devil Book can only instill a sinking feeling of utter desolation and helplessness, but here I was getting more cheerful with every click. I went from wondering where my reply was, you bastard, to being surprisingly cavalier about my silent phone situation.

So here is the lesson garnered from this experience: Remember boys and girls, if you insist on playing the facebook game with your new kiss buddy, keep your drunken, tagged photos in check. A picture of you on the toilet may be a rollicking good time, but it does nothing for your credibility with that girl you met in the club the night before. He still hasn't replied, and thanks to a little photo-voyeurism, I'm still not that bothered.

Besides, tonight is another Friday. Unemployed Jo + Friday = Partytime. Smell ya later.

14 comments:

pinkjellybaby said...

SO, he was a no go?

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

He wasn't a total beer goggle case, but mainly just looks a bit "not great" in his pissed up facebook photos. Plus he's on the toilet in one. Not a good look.

I'd have been quite keen for a little drink before that.

Huw said...

My ladyfriend and I have unspokenly agreed on no Facebook Friending. It feels quite nice.

roseski said...

Nothing beats a good facebook stalk from time to time...

The Unbearable Banishment said...

Leave town + lose job x meet a new boy > face book = square one. That's the kind of math that could give you a headache!

Ellie said...

I'm new to Facebook. Recently I invited someone to be my friend -- someone who I thought to be my brother. Turns out he's not my brother. Why would he have accepted my invitation? (Then begs the question, why did I think it was my brother ... same name, and my brother and I don't talk / email much b/c of distance).

Scarlett Parrish said...

You could always save his photos and sell them to folks who are into toilet porn.

Scarlett Parrish, who's a bit twisted, like.

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

Huw - Now that's a good plan. Very sensible. Your relationship will never be "complicated".

roseski - I couldn't agree more. Myspace made stalking so much easier though.

Unbearable - Bah, I do english, not maths. Maybe this is where I'm going wrong?

Ellie - Oh you get a lot of that. You also get people who try and add you because you have the same name. Like because we have the same name, we should be friends by default. Mentalists.

Scarlett - I like your style. Money making from others misery. Hurrah!

theperpetualspiral said...

Ah yes, the occasional terrible Facebook photo situation.

He wasn't actually on the toilet was he?

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

I'm afraid so. Actually on the toilet. Trousers round ankles, doing a large one (I expect).

blueskies2day said...

Well... lovely. I like the term "Devil Boy".

blueskies2day said...

I actually means "Devil Book" but lets not be fernickety.

Please Don't Eat With Your Mouth Open said...

I gotcha blueskies. Let that website now be officially known as Devil Book.

Paper Heart Girl said...

Ahhh, I relate ever so well to pretttty much every single one of your posts. Until now, I have been a silent voyeur of your blog. x

 

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