From SFGate Blogger Laura Shumaker.
My husband and I went to a graduation party over the weekend, and
while he went to get us something to drink, I was greeted by a very
friendly man wearing white jeans and a Tommy Bahama shirt who acted like
we were long lost friends. I had no idea who he was but played along
for a bit (“Hey … you, how’s the family?”) hoping that eventually a
light would go on. Just as he was filling me in on his shoulder
surgery, it hit me. This man was a Facebook friend, one who I hadn’t
actually talked to in person since were were chaperones on a
kindergarten field trip two decades ago.
The encounter reminded me of a recent conversation that I have had with Matthew about Facebook.
He’d “friended” a guy-I’ll call him Joe-that he knew remotely in middle
school. He noticed that Joe lived near him in Santa Cruz. “Do you want
to hang out sometime?” Matthew wrote on Joe’s wall. “Yeah, we’ll have to
do that one of these days,” Joe replied. Encouraged, Matthew tried to
nail down a date, sent way too many messages until Joe defriended him.
The incident was one of many disappointing interactions for Matthew on Facebook.
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