We Met...

Most of the people I’ve met in my life, I’ve met incrementally. By that, I mean this: I’ll see someone, then later I’ll exchange a few words and maybe get a name, and then later our meeting will “stick”… but by that time I don’t remember our first interaction. This is especially true of women and how I meet them. With some, I feel like I’ve just known them for a while. With others, I remember specific incidents that led friendship, sexy-times, and/or nowhere.

I never considered being a writer for vocation. I have experienced bursts of activity where I have written stuff down/typed it up, but I lack the discipline to ever do it as more than a dilletante. With that being said, I have been interested in writing something that is structurally different—a book with a series of story endings, for example, rather than a beginning, a middle, and an end. This blog entry is a slight nod to that insofar as it is 20 beginnings. Some of these beginnings blossomed into friendships that I still value today, and one led to my heart being broke, while at least one of them went no farther than what I write here.

Here are 20 beginnings. They're not the 20 most important beginnings, and I have other memorable ones in my life, too. They’re not in any particular order and I’ve left out details intentionally to reduce the chances that acquaintances will recognize the person (although the person herself should have no problems). They include, though, some important people in my past and present.

We met in a laundry room at a hostel. 
My buddy was ironing my shirt and you walked in with a bag of laundry. I asked you about the design on your bag and we talked about international currency.

We met at a party before a theme party.
You had been invited by my friend but had never met him in person before, either. We ended up posing in costume together as we waited for an Uber.

We met at karaoke.
Your friend was meeting my friend for a date after meeting online. I remembered you from the same website, but after I asked you about it you denied you were on the site at all.

We met at a club where you worked.
After you got off of your shift, we talked about how the spaceships were named. We were both pleased and surprised that we were able to have such a real, nerdy chat.

We met in school.
At some point class had to pair off and do some mini group exercise … I don’t remember the particulars of the schoolwork, but I remember your smile and the mischief in your eyes.

We met for dinner after connecting online.
We had dinner and at some point in the conversation discovered we used to be neighbors, and that it was you and your ex-bf that were always arguing so loudly I could hear it.

We met at your birthday party.
It was actually a co-birthday party, and the other birthday girl was the only other person I knew there. You knew EVERYONE there but still took the time to get to know me.

We met at a fake bachelorette party.
Your friends had rented a limo and I was invited because I knew one of your friends. I was dressed in a costume and we had three different types of cinnamon whiskey.

We met at a fashion show.
I was attending by myself and you were with a friend. You sat right across the runway from me and my efforts not to stare at your legs led you to believe I actively disliked you.

We met at a club.
I was waiting to get a drink and you were in “no-man’s land” in terms of not getting served. When the it was my turn, I deferred to you but it turns out you had just been served.

We met online.
I was looking for someone else with the same first name but thought you were cute and sent you a message. I must have said something funny/interesting/something because you replied.

We met in a casino.
It was late and you were with your girls when you saw me and called me over. You called me Edward Cullen and bought me Patron and we ended up getting lost in the hotel.

We met online.
We exchanged a series of drunken (from my side)  messages as you waited for your plane to depart Sea-Tac airport. I remember standing in a club, wondering how you were willing to put up with me.

We met walking down the street.
You were just out of prison and I was in a good enough mood to focus on your obvious, uh, assets. We texted a bit that evening and I got really freaked out by your life.

We met in a bathroom line.
I was right near the front, and you scrambled up to me, asking to cut. I said you could, but that you’d have to hurry. You urinated faster than I knew was humanly possible.

We met on Pride weekend.
I was dressed up for it and you weren’t, but you still looked good. We sang karaoke and drank alcohol and had some very intense conversations about some heavy stuff.

We met on Halloween. 
Although promo girls get hit on by everyone, and you were on the clock as one, I managed to make a good impression even as you thought I was bald under my wig.

We met at a dueling piano bar.
My friends and I were regulars there for Ladies Night, and I definitely noticed you. We had an interesting conversation about how you wanted to be on the Amazing Race.

We met just as we were about to get onto a boat.
I was dressed up and you complimented me. I saw you a bit later on the boat and you let me know that you’d added more swag to your outfit.

We met when you were on a date.
I was singing karaoke with friends and you gravitated towards our group… much to the dismay of your date. He left shortly thereafter but you didn’t regret it at all.

Want to Be Ed O's Facebook Friend? You'll Never Believe These Simple Tricks!

I have been on Facebook for a while, and I am on it quite regularly. It is one of the few websites I check every day, and it's one of a handful of apps I use every day. 

In the social media world, I really don't care for Twitter, I only sporadically use Snapchat and Instagram, and (unfortunately) don't write as many blog posts as I used to. Facebook is "good enough" for me--I can post and review pics (like Instagram), stories (like Snapchat and Instagram, albeit with a much smaller audience since fewer Facebook folks use that aspect) and news/posts/whatever written word pops up (like a blog).

The thing is, as much as I'm on it, I can be rather finicky with regards to who I want to be Facebook friends with. I currently have 224 Facebook friends, and I try to keep it between 200 and 240. Because I go out a fair bit and meet many people, if I want to keep the number in that range, it means cutting people.

Why do I want to keep the number relatively low? I want to care about everyone I'm friends with... and if I don't care about them as people, I at least want to care about what they're posting. I also don't want to give things away for no reason. Much of my stuff on Facebook is absolutely worthless to anyone other than me, but I'd like to think that I'm generally pretty funny and I post some embarrassing things about myself... so I want to keep the circle tight in order to feel comfortable.

I've been asked (by other people, not just my inner voices) about the reasons for me unfriending someone and I have had a few parameters. This blog entry is an effort to (only slightly tongue-in-cheek) examine the factors that go into a decision. In spite of the specificity (I use numbers and everything!) I don't use this much logic, and sometimes it just comes down to my mood or my booze consumption. 

With that being said, here is my Facebook Friend Score Sheet:

Family

If you are my parent: +1000 (points)

If you are my sibling: +500 

If you are my grandparent: +500

If you are a first cousin, aunt, or uncle: +250 

If you are a more distant relation that I've met in person: +150 

Note: Basically, you get big points by being related to me. 

Living Status

If you died while you are my Facebook friend: +500

If you died while you are my Facebook friend while being a total asshole: -475 

Note: I've had two relatives die while they were my Facebook friends and it's painful. I don't think I could intentionally remove anyone "in good standing" at the time of their demise. Since I plan on living to be 253 years old, I suppose this means my friends list will eventually grow. Also, the "total asshole" penalty here has not been invoked yet.

Hotness Status

If you are an attractive female human: +50

Past Relationships

If you have lived with me and we've had sex: -350

Note: I've only had a pair of these, and our Facebook relationships went sideways faster than our real relationships for some reason.

Length of Relationship

If we have known one another for more than ten years: +100

If we have been Facebook friends for more than five years: +75

If we have been Facebook friends for less than six months: +25

If we have been Facebook friends for less than three months: +25

Note: Nostalgia and newness are both things that get you extra points.

IRL

If we see one another once a month or more: +25

If we see one another once a week or more: +25

If we don't at least say "hi" when we see one another half the time: -50

If we don't talk when we see one another at least half the time: -25

If we currently work together: -100

If I doubt I'll ever see you IRL again: -50

If I don't remember meeting you IRL: -25

If I don't remember meeting you IRL but you're a cute female: +50

Notes: 

• Real life contact matters.

• I prefer to generally keep "Work Ed O" and "Non-Work Ed O" separate.

• I get that some people are more comfortable virtually or in real life, but it's irritating when someone who is friendly online ignores me IRL.

Friendship Genesis (Current Facebook Friendship)

If you Friend-requested me: +25

If I Friend-requested you after you called me out for unfriending you: +10

Note: I am occasionally Unfriend-shamed by someone and if I invite them to re-friend me, then I feel bad and they get a score bump.

Quality of Posting

If you post funny stuff: +10

If you post interesting stuff: +10

If you post sexy stuff (of yourself and/or your female friends): +25

If you invite me to events: +10

If you invite me to events at Monkey Loft: -20

If you post one-sided political stuff: -10

Note: I like Monkey Loft, but getting invitations to events I can't attend there gets a bit old.

Frequency of Posting

If you post on your wall frequently: +25% points from Quality of Posting

If you post on your wall REALLY frequently: -50% points from Quality of Posting  

If you post on my wall: +10

If you post really weird stuff on my wall that makes me wonder what's wrong with you: -15

Responding to My Posts

If you Like and/or Comment on more than a quarter of my posts: +25

If you Like and/or Comment on more than three-quarters of my posts and aren't my mom: -10

Note: My mom is the the only one who doesn't get dinged for being TOO into me on Facebook. Although I've definitely enjoyed when some FB friends have been in the past...

Chatting

If we chat every day: +50

If we chat every week: +25

If you initiate chats: +25

If you do not respond to my chats: -25

Note: Facebook chat is a distinct but important part of my Facebook existence.

And that, gentle readers, is my unscientific and not 100% accurate, in spite of its specificity, Facebook Friend Score Sheet!