But I wonder if people can find out who's been reading about them. Hi 5 has that " See who's being seing you" or something like that, it wouldn't be nice if they found out I've been checking about their miserable lives,hehehe!!!
Are you really as `over him' as you think? Oct 18, 2007 04:30 AM
Sarah Lolley Special to the Star
Searching for all my ex-boyfriends wasn't actually the first thing I did when I joined Facebook. It came third, right behind No. 1: making myself feel extremely popular by adding as many friends as I could to my profile; and No. 2: looking up people I had long lost touch with but always wondered about.
I admit, it did occur to me that it might be a mistake, but I pushed the thought aside after all, this was just a harmless walk down memory lane! and set about searching for the guy I had a huge crush on in third-year university.
A few quick keystrokes later my crush was there ... and so was his baby. It hit me like a ton of bricks: my chances of ever being with this man were officially over.
I straightened up in my chair. What? Had I actually just had that thought? I hadn't seen Owen in years and even back when I knew him, we never dated; the most we ever shared was a drunken kiss. Yet my reaction to his fatherhood clearly indicated that I'd been holding out some kind of hope for a relationship with him. What was that all about?
Confused, I typed in another name. This time it was Paul, someone I dated for a long time. His profile popped up. Relationship status: in a relationship. In his photograph, Paul looked gorgeous even better than when we dated and had his arm around a beautiful brunette. I checked my feelings but had no twinge of wistfulness. It seemed that I was really over him.
"This is like virtual therapy," I thought, and pressed on.
The next name I entered was Mark's. He's a guy I met in my last year of university; a real sweetheart. Mark had been in love with me and was completely crushed when I didn't return his feelings. I always felt guilty about the pain I had inadvertently caused him and, although it was probably unnecessary, I had always been a bit worried about Mark. There he was on Facebook, married. "Yay!" I cheered, feeling a little lighter than I had a few minutes before.
Next, I searched for Sean, one of my more recent exes whom I hadn't seen since we broke up. Seeing his photograph inspired a little glumness, but not too much: I had really liked Sean but the split was mutual and amicable. His relationship status was single, which didn't surprise me: Sean had always been a real womanizer.
Then I noticed that I had the option of viewing his friend profile. I clicked the button and rocketed into reality. Half a dozen of my girlfriends were on the list. I felt hurt ... but why? Most of my girlfriends had been friends of Sean's for years before he and I ever met. Of course they would remain friends with him after we broke up! Still, I felt some unfounded sense of betrayal.
"Maybe I should focus on the future," I told myself. Earlier that week I had met a cute guy in the strangest place the Montreal Science Centre. He had asked for my number and seemed really happy when I gave it to him.
"Are you on Facebook?" he had asked. Now that I was, I searched for his name and after scanning through various false hits, I finally found him. In his photograph he was hiking some distant mountain range, looking just as cute as I remembered. I clicked his friends list. My heart sank. He had 144 friends catalogued and virtually all were hot young women.
I took a deep breath. There was one name I had been avoiding. He was the one great love of my life and the only man I had ever thought I could marry. Our breakup had been completely devastating and I had barely been in touch with him since. My fingers shook as I entered the name into the Facebook search box. I got up and made myself a coffee. I put on a load of laundry. I washed my breakfast dishes. Eventually, I came back to the computer and hit "search."
For the split second that the search took, my heart pounded. Then the following words appeared on the screen: "I've got nothing for you. Try a new search."
I exhaled shakily and logged out, my pulse still racing. Sometimes, I realized, it's just better not to know.
Montreal-based freelance writer Sarah Lolley is wondering if the pseudonyms used in this article were too obvious.
gr8 article
and that last part is so true, i guess thats the reason i don't bother looking.
Are you really as `over him' as you think? Oct 18, 2007 04:30 AM
Sarah Lolley Special to the Star
Searching for all my ex-boyfriends wasn't actually the first thing I did when I joined Facebook. It came third, right behind No. 1: making myself feel extremely popular by adding as many friends as I could to my profile; and No. 2: looking up people I had long lost touch with but always wondered about.
I admit, it did occur to me that it might be a mistake, but I pushed the thought aside after all, this was just a harmless walk down memory lane! and set about searching for the guy I had a huge crush on in third-year university.
A few quick keystrokes later my crush was there ... and so was his baby. It hit me like a ton of bricks: my chances of ever being with this man were officially over.
I straightened up in my chair. What? Had I actually just had that thought? I hadn't seen Owen in years and even back when I knew him, we never dated; the most we ever shared was a drunken kiss. Yet my reaction to his fatherhood clearly indicated that I'd been holding out some kind of hope for a relationship with him. What was that all about?
Confused, I typed in another name. This time it was Paul, someone I dated for a long time. His profile popped up. Relationship status: in a relationship. In his photograph, Paul looked gorgeous even better than when we dated and had his arm around a beautiful brunette. I checked my feelings but had no twinge of wistfulness. It seemed that I was really over him.
"This is like virtual therapy," I thought, and pressed on.
The next name I entered was Mark's. He's a guy I met in my last year of university; a real sweetheart. Mark had been in love with me and was completely crushed when I didn't return his feelings. I always felt guilty about the pain I had inadvertently caused him and, although it was probably unnecessary, I had always been a bit worried about Mark. There he was on Facebook, married. "Yay!" I cheered, feeling a little lighter than I had a few minutes before.
Next, I searched for Sean, one of my more recent exes whom I hadn't seen since we broke up. Seeing his photograph inspired a little glumness, but not too much: I had really liked Sean but the split was mutual and amicable. His relationship status was single, which didn't surprise me: Sean had always been a real womanizer.
Then I noticed that I had the option of viewing his friend profile. I clicked the button and rocketed into reality. Half a dozen of my girlfriends were on the list. I felt hurt ... but why? Most of my girlfriends had been friends of Sean's for years before he and I ever met. Of course they would remain friends with him after we broke up! Still, I felt some unfounded sense of betrayal.
"Maybe I should focus on the future," I told myself. Earlier that week I had met a cute guy in the strangest place the Montreal Science Centre. He had asked for my number and seemed really happy when I gave it to him.
"Are you on Facebook?" he had asked. Now that I was, I searched for his name and after scanning through various false hits, I finally found him. In his photograph he was hiking some distant mountain range, looking just as cute as I remembered. I clicked his friends list. My heart sank. He had 144 friends catalogued and virtually all were hot young women.
I took a deep breath. There was one name I had been avoiding. He was the one great love of my life and the only man I had ever thought I could marry. Our breakup had been completely devastating and I had barely been in touch with him since. My fingers shook as I entered the name into the Facebook search box. I got up and made myself a coffee. I put on a load of laundry. I washed my breakfast dishes. Eventually, I came back to the computer and hit "search."
For the split second that the search took, my heart pounded. Then the following words appeared on the screen: "I've got nothing for you. Try a new search."
I exhaled shakily and logged out, my pulse still racing. Sometimes, I realized, it's just better not to know.
Montreal-based freelance writer Sarah Lolley is wondering if the pseudonyms used in this article were too obvious.
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I'VE NEVER SEARCHED FOR ANY, BUT HAVE SOME OF THEM FIND ME. INTESTING ENOUGH CUS SOME I SEE IN PUBLIC & NEVER SAY HI TO ME BUT YET ADD ME ON FB, SON CURIOSOS!! BUT SINCE I'M HAPPY & FEEL GOOD OF MYSELF ALWAYS, IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME.
I ALSO DON'T CARE, BUT IF THEY ADD ME i ADD THEM CUS I GOT NO HARD FEELINGS & PROBABLY WAS ME WHO LEFT THEM ANYWAYS, SO IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME.
I know it's kind of mean to like break someone's heart and on top of that ignore them on facebook
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I searched some of my exes but never bother to add them on my "friends" list, some of them time ravaged them horribly and others look good and happily married.
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ROFLMAO
Oh My I am mean :D
They're probably thinking the same thing about you.
sorry dear but I look good besides my privacy settings are strict and I don't like to post gazillion of pictures of myself on the internet
I'VE NEVER SEARCHED FOR ANY, BUT HAVE SOME OF THEM FIND ME. INTESTING ENOUGH CUS SOME I SEE IN PUBLIC & NEVER SAY HI TO ME BUT YET ADD ME ON FB, SON CURIOSOS!! BUT SINCE I'M HAPPY & FEEL GOOD OF MYSELF ALWAYS, IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME.
I ALSO DON'T CARE, BUT IF THEY ADD ME i ADD THEM CUS I GOT NO HARD FEELINGS & PROBABLY WAS ME WHO LEFT THEM ANYWAYS, SO IT DOESN'T BOTHER ME.
I searched some of my exes but never bother to add them on my "friends" list, some of them time ravaged them horribly and others look good and happily married.
~X
ROFLMAO
Oh My I am mean :D
They're probably thinking the same thing about you.
I searched some of my exes but never bother to add them on my "friends" list, some of them time ravaged them horribly and others look good and happily married.
~X
ROFLMAO
Oh My I am mean :D
They're probably thinking the same thing about you.
I searched some of my exes but never bother to add them on my "friends" list, some of them time ravaged them horribly and others look good and happily married.
I searched some of my exes but never bother to add them on my "friends" list, some of them time ravaged them horribly and others look good and happily married.
I searched some of my exes but never bother to add them on my "friends" list, some of them time ravaged them horribly and others look good and happily married.
YOu have to say that anyway or Pri will murder you
So I have had some try and add me but I have not added them. My husband isn't on facebook but he wouldn't appreciate it. Actually I added one but we were like 17 when we dated so that does not count.
YOu have to say that anyway or Pri will murder you
So I have had some try and add me but I have not added them. My husband isn't on facebook but he wouldn't appreciate it. Actually I added one but we were like 17 when we dated so that does not count.
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One found me when I first joined Facebook. I never accepted her as a friend cause the wifey would kill me, but I checked her profile to see what she looked like now and we just messaged eachother to catch up a bit.