That’s right. He wants to be my friend…on facebook. What does that mean?!?

Okay. Let me rewind and give you the 411. I was a big time nerd in junior high — the kind that was always chosen second to last for the P.E. teams, sang at the top of my lungs in choir and received the perfect attendance award. For some reason I had a crush on a boy that barely knew I existed. Scratch that, acknowledged my existence by aiming a volleyball at my head. He also had a penchant for asking questions such as: “What type of deodorant do you use? Maybe you should switch…Do you shave your legs?” Geez…I’m asian, I barely even shave my legs NOW. Needless to say he (and his posse of hooligans)  made my life a living hell during those years.

And now, he actively clicked the button to “add as friend” on facebook. But I like to update my status every-once-in-awhile with random things:

• I’m a hot mess.
• Still sleeps with a teddy bear, sometimes.
• Beer is good with bread and boys.

The kinda stuff you have no problem telling your friends, or the checker in the grocery store at 1am. It’s like going to a high school reunion…wouldn’t it be great if all the nerds were cool and the cool kids became the deadbeats of society? I’ve usually got Jesus-esque forgiveness skills, but it’s really difficult for me to forgive the bullies from junior high and the people at facebook were thoughtful enough to provide me with an ignore button.