..Not Slackin'...

Seriously, guys, all this not bloggin is b/c I'm distracted b/c I'm actually friggin out of the house doing stuff - finally.

You put part of the blame on who I will refer to as "Jeff," who I met on Friendster. A nice little service Friendster. I've found a lot of old friends via this service. I've had a lot of old friends find me too. Wow, a lot of old friends. Hehe, I even found my old roommates that I'm kinda too embarrassed to even contact from the bad falling out.

They way I met Jeff is definitely worth noting. There's a few interesting features on Friendster that includes being able to search and review people in your network of friends. The search shows a name and a picture and when you click on the name or picture, voila!, a profile appears with more information of the person - their likes, interests, etc. So of the hundred or so single guys b/t 26-36 in the Chicagoland area in my network, I notice Jeff. Underneath his name is a photograph of a ladybug crawling on an interesting landscape. After reading his profile, I decide to "bookmark" him. {even after reading that he hates dancing !!!!?!?!?!?!)} Bookmarking allows you an easier way to view the profile again later BUT also can allow the person to 'know' that *you* are interested in their profile. Can I be more confusing?

At any rate, I decide to check on *my* bookmarks first to see whose been viewing me when GUESS WHAT? I see Jeff's name and the photo of the ladybug underneath!! So I send him a message (another interesting friendster feature) telling him of this interesting situation. Then he sends one back. Then I send another. Then we decide to exchange emails. And then IMs... and then finally meeting in person well, that's another story...