We lived in the same town, and I have NO idea when we met. Grade school? Maybe? But we weren't in the same grade -- you were a face I recognized, and a simple "yes" click. Although schadenfreude tempts me to stick around to see your post about being robbed -- you post a photo every time you get a new diamond, home appliance, or gigantic stack of wrapped gifts for your son for Presidents' Day -- the lack of caution and forethought in your posts make me wonder how careful you are with other sensitive information. So... since we're not really friends, and I don't *really* understand the ins and outs of privacy settings, I'll release you back into the wild.
Two more: Husband's fraternity brothers. One I met, *once*, ten years ago, at a party, in a costume (so I wouldn't actually recognize you on the street) when I'd been drinking. I'm sure you're a good guy. I'm also sure that you haven't deleted ME simply because you don't want to disrespect your buddy's wife. I'll reach you through his account if I ever come up with something interesting to say.
The other I've met, even hung out with a few times, crashed on your couch, you came to our wedding... but haven't typed a single character in the three years we've been connected on Facebook. So. There ya go.
And, one more, just to bring it down to a nice, round 220: Another classmate of my brother's, another familiar stranger. One who posts the inspirational Word of God on a regular basis (not that there's anything wrong with that being a part of your personal belief system, but proselytizing via intertoobs rubs me the wrong way). Add to that the kitten posters (Hang in There, Baby!) and yeah... these aren't meaningful interactions.
Getting down there -- SO close to being down to 200. Wish I weren't so OCD that I feel the need to memorialize every deletion.... :)
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