my space or yours?

I finally got a MySpace page, mainly because Kris and a couple of other friends bugged me about it. So fine. Here’s my page – if any of you are on MySpace, please be my friend? Right now I only have a few people, and it looks really sad.

It’s weird, though, ever since I set up the account, I’ve been obsessively looking for people I used to know, and I’ve found so many of them. Heck, I have relatives on MySpace, and I didn’t even know about it until I just happened upon their pages. And virtually every boy I’ve ever had a crush on? They’re all on MySpace. Including the guy I lost my virginity to. Yikes! I emailed him, but I have no idea if I’m going to get a response. It was almost 12 years ago, and I’m guessing I probably scared the bejeezus out of him with my little “Hi!! Remember me?” note.

There’s also an ex-boyfriend of mine I found, who I’ve stayed friends with over the years, so I wasn’t surprised to find his page. But apparently he doesn’t read this blog, and he hasn’t seen me in the past six or seven years, so he was all, “Daaaaamn! You look great!” Which… yeah, ok. He’s a nice guy and things didn’t end badly between us at all, but that was still a nice little “HA! So there!” kind of moment.

Yeah. I know, I’m a freak.

5 thoughts on “my space or yours?

  1. LOL I think everyone likes to know that those exes are other there in the ether thinking “what if”.

    Must have been real nice considering you just had a baby! 🙂

    I’ve added you to my friends. 🙂

  2. Carl, I had totally forgotten about Miata Boy. That’s hilarious. Since I don’t remember his real name, I can’t search for him. We only went out twice, I never even kissed him.

    Danielle, apparently it’s just a method to stalk people that you went to high school with or used to date. I don’t really get it either.

  3. Oh, but Virginity Guy does have a picture of his car on his MySpace page. Which is, um… I don’t know. One of those shoeboxes on wheels. A Honda Element or a Scion or something like that.

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