Slightly More Innocent Button Adventures

While parrots and the like have consumed most of the attention surrounding the button today, the scene was more playful by around 4 p.m.

When we grow up, we want to be pledges.

Hopefully, The Subject Of This Post Won’t Google Me And Find It. Awwwwwkward.

I like to pretend I’m cool by telling people that I’m over Facebook. And, to a certain extent, I am.   I don’t really write on people’s walls (at least not as compulsively as I used to…oh, freshman year), and it takes a herculean effort for me to actually post pictures. But last night, I was happier than I’ve ever been that Facebook is a part of my life. The reason? Drunk Facebook messaging.

At 1:16 AM, I received the following message from a guy (let’s call him Random Guy) whom I met briefly at Kaplan SAT teacher training three years ago, and haven’t spoken to since:

“You’re cute.  I wish I had asked you out during that Kaplan training many years ago.

P.S. Have you ever been to Urbino?”

There are several reasons–-aside from the massive ego boost–-why this is the most amazing thing that has ever happened. First of all, why on earth would Random Guy ask if I’ve been to Urbino? (Which I had to Wiki; apparently, it’s a small town in Italy. Who knew?) Did he maybe think he saw me there? Do I seem like the sort of person who haunts walled Italian cities? Secondly, why was Random Guy drunk on a Wednesday night? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but still, it’s very curious. And since the last time I thought about Random Guy was when I accepted his friend request at the beginning of 2006, how did he wind up thinking about me all the way at the end of 2008? I have so many questions, I’m actually considering responding.

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