So, not sure if any of the three people who read this blog ever pay attention to my twitter feed, but I posted a little whinge about not meeting a lot of guys because all my best girlfriends are in relationships.
I have another friend who deals with a similar issue and to be honest, I don’t have an answer for it – if anyone has any words of wisdom about it, please share with the group!!
In the meantime, I did happen to make it out last night – nothing too crazy happened, but I thought a little something was worth sharing.
As most everyone in the world knows the World Cup is upon us (conflicted whether to cheer on USA or the Socceroos), and that means that the FIFA Fan Fest has kicked off around the world, including in Sydney’s Darling Harbour. Most of the Sydney-ites who went to partake in the festivities enjoyed the fireworks in the company of thousands of others on the shores of Cockle Bay, but not me. A best friend’s boyfriend happened to have a friend of a friend with a boat down there – so we swanked it up on the water. One of those “does life get better than this?” moments.
Now, I rocked up with the party in the company of partnered people (all happily and I’m happy for them) keen to quickly separate the singles from the pack so that I knew what I was working with. I narrowed it down to two who, with the help of the 3 drinks I already had and the liter of vodka lemonade I just mixed, should do just fine.
Spent most of the evening chatting with the friends I already knew rather than scoping out the new blokes, which was fine with me , but the perplexing moment came at the end of the night.
My friend, her boyfriend and I had thrown in the towel and decided it was time to head home. We started making our rounds of “nice to meet you, bye” when I got to one of the resident single men – some sort of fitness trainer who I may as well call Tad. He dopily said something like – “You’re leaving already?” and asked for my number. I gave it over (I typically do – see the start of Stalking is Just Another Way To Enjoy the Hunt for my take on dating) knowing full well if he rang it could be interesting and if he didn’t I wouldn’t care. He texted me so that I had his number . . . and then get this – about and hour later, after I got home, I got a notification on my crackberry that he friended me on facebook.
Is that now the social norm? This has happened a few times lately, and I not entirely sure what to make of it. Obviously I’m into the social media thing – blog, twitter, foursquare (I got the boat badge last night!), facebook – I mean really could I be more addicted? And of course there is online dating, but are the two starting to mingle???
I sort of miss the days of basic communication . . . .
It is the social norm, lets face it and live with it.
weird though. I was in college with the fbook phenomenon started and I totally remember the first time I was asked out via fbook . . . took me a bit to decide whether or not it was acceptable, but I totally said yes.