Sex with Facebook Friends
I am not sure if I like Facebook.
I joined recently and within days, pretty much every person I can remember from my high school days is all of a sudden my 'friend' again. Is this a good or a bad thing? I am not sure. Reconnecting is nice, no doubt. But reconnecting also feels really weird. This cyber conflict is something I can't quite yet explain. What I can explain, though, is something that I believe is a phenomenon that people are most likely reluctant to speak about openly. One of those thoughts we have that we act like we're not having. My assumption is that this is more prevalent in the following directions, in this order:
- Guy to girl, guy to guy, girl to girl
For some reason, I just don't see women sitting around contemplating their naughty and unspeakable urges to have sex with their Facebook friends (although women, according to the magazines at the checkout stand do think about sex with frequency so maybe my assumption is off?). Yes, sex with Facebook friends. I said it. I often consider -- in the hypothetical sense -- sex with Facebook friends. It's impossible not to really.
Facebooking with Regret
As the friends on Facebook started to roll in, every name was familiar. Some produced an 'ugh,' I can't believe that person is on here. Others, for me, a handful of former female high school classmates, produced a 'boy I wish I would have..."
There is this other conflict I deal with as I waste time on Facebook. It is related to the sex with Facebook friends conundrum. Part of me wants to step back into my high school days and relive them. Another part of me wants to run even further away from those days, even if it means getting older faster.
What part of me wants to step back into the high school days? Well, that part of me.
There's the girl I got caught on my bed with as my father came home. I wasn't doing anything really, but I should have been. I wish I did. But I was a scared seventeen year old! If I could only have that to do all over again.
There's the girl I used to ride the bus with. Her and I in the back of the bus. What memories. She's married now.
And then there are the girls who did not want me, but I wanted them. The girls who refused to give me the time of day. Some of them have turned out to be less than desirable. Even a few beers could not change that. As bad as it sounds, I relish in that... sort of. Others have gotten better with age. They are smarter, more refined, seemingly worldly all of a sudden. Not to mention much hotter. Of these girls, frankly I, in one way or another, desire them all. I have had dreams about each one of them over the last few weeks. Some of them, much to my surprise, have inferred- some direct, some subtly- that they wish they had it to do all over with me. Others probably could still care less.
I might start an application on Facebook that asks which of your friends would you most like to have sex with. We need to strip Facebook of all of the fronts.