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Do I Know You?

In my effort to blog more consistently, a new problem has developed. That being, my life is not all that interesting for daily updates.

When blogging every three months, that was plenty of time to gather a funny or interesting perspective and share it with my three readers. But the pressure of providing something funny everyday? I’m just not that good. Therefore, entries will be more a running commentary on everyday occurrences. Riveting, I know.

So as I lament personal details of my life across the interwebs (nod to you, BF), yesterday was the first time I wished for the pre-Facebook, myspace, google-a-prospective-date days.

Last night, I met Boyfriend and company at a midtown bar. Upon joining them, the server came by to take my order. After making eye contact, I realized we had gone to high school together and though not close friends, had run in the same crowd. Sally (not her name, but pseudonyms are cool) and I did the double take and half hug that often follow not seeing someone in 19 years.

Her first comment was that she wouldn’t have recognized me except I looked just like my Facebook picture. And the same was true for her. Except I knew that her daughter was graduating high school this weekend and had been a cheerleader. I knew she still lived north of the river and various other details that were previously only known by friends that actually kept in touch. And she could know equally as many details of my life.

So there’s the weirdness. I encounter someone not seen in two decades, but still know her life details. Are we out of touch or not? Are we friends or merely voyeurs living an actual “I Know What You Did Last Summer?” And last Thanksgiving. And Christmas. And even two weeks ago Thursday.

My second experience was at lunch yesterday. As I ordered at the deli counter, I noticed a girl standing by me who is the now girlfriend of my old high school boyfriend. Not that I know her; I’ve seen her on his FB page. But the fact I recognize her just supports my theory that all women are slightly interested in what the ex’s current significant other looks like. Doesn’t matter how long ago it was.

But the disconcerting part is she whispered something to her friend who then said “The one right behind me?” Which was I. Maybe I’m just paranoid. Scratch that. I’m definitely paranoid. But was she referring to me as HSBF’s old girlfriend? Maybe. Maybe not. Doubtful I’ll ever know.

But I do know one thing – I miss a little anonymity.

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