Some of you noted, in the comments for my last post, confusion when it comes to Social Me on Facebook. I suppose, considering I’m an instructional designer, that I could write an online course to explain all of this, but really it just comes down to trolling and tagging hot and/or fucking weird guys. That’s about it! LOL

I spent more time chatting with SMG (still-married guy) today while I was at work. Whoever put Yahoo messenger on cell phones is a genius! He called me tonight and as I usually do when a guy calls for the first time, I froze. I thought, fuck it, and let it go to VM.

My friend S. today told me the whole thing sounded like trouble with a capital T. I said, “Pfff, he lives in Houston.” Her oh-so-clever reply? “There are these things called airplanes that make it really convenient to fly far away in a matter of hours. You should look into them!” Beyotch.

Probably because I’ve been in SMG’s shoes, I’m not taking this very seriously. Like I wrote yesterday, he’s fun … and I’m not really hip on hooking up with some guy in another state. But eh, we’ll see.

I fucked up my “other” blog a while ago, during a WP upgrade. I managed to delete the DB and decided, wtf, it’s all for the best. It’s not like that blog was a place of good cheer. Ha! It was full of petulance, in case ya don’t know which site I mean.

I came up with this name last year, I think; I played the character of Miss Obstinate O in my kindergarten play. My parents insisted it was typecasting. Har har har. So that explains that.

Annnnnnyway, after my big declaration that I was going to give up dating, I felt tons better. TONS. But I failed to take into account my new addiction, Social Me on Facebook. Seriously, there’s a reason why that site is sometimes called Crackbook. It is addicting! If you’re not in the now, Social Me is an app that allows you to tag other people’s pictures. Of course you can chat if you so desire.

Today at work (I know, bad girl), I was bored and hopped on Crackbook for a few. This guy, John, had tagged me and I think I “thanked” him (also part of the app). We started chatting and continued on tonight on Yahoo messenger for about 90 minutes. Thank God he lives in Houston or else I’d be all over that. He’s cute, funny, can write in complete sentences … and is going through a divorce. Again, thank God he lives in Houston.

I am just having fun. I am just having fun. I am just having fun.