Facebook stalking, sponsored by Cynical Scribble:
You know I said I didn’t get voodoo girls number from my last post? Well, Sunday night boredom kicked in last night and curiosity killed the cat.
After working out how to spell her name I found her on Stalkbook (she has a very unusual first name so it wasn’t too difficult to find her). Unfortunately she has a limited profile on view to prying eyes, but from her picture she does seem to be better looking than I remember from my drunken haze last week – I’ve even just patted myself on the back for that one!
I am now, however, laughing at myself for being so pathetic (whilst simultaneously congratulating my stalking skills).
In today’s glorious technological age, given it’d be obvious I’d probably had to undertake some kind of Facebook stalking to find her, would the alarm bells starting ringing if I sent her a message? Especially a week later. After I didn’t initially get her number. Or make her tea. Or toast. And virtually kicked her out in the morning…even I know that it’s bordering on the insane….isn’t it? But I’m thinking, I’m single, what have I got to lose apart from my whole life’s worth of dignity, haha!
Or should I just leave it well alone? What d’ya reckon????