The other night as I was exiting the locker room of the gym at 24-Hour Fitness I ran into a classmate of mine, Cole, who was coming back into the locker room after a workout. I didn't notice him, but he said my name, and it took me a second to even remember who he was. He's this guy in my Spanish class that just seems like a typical dude, a jock, kind of a country boy, drives a pick-up, etc. I know these things because we reveal many personal details about ourselves in Spanish class. I'm serious.
Anyway, we chatted for a bit, and I asked him where he lived, since he was up at the Hancock 24-Hour, and he said on campus. When I suggested that it was a long drive all the way up here just to work out when there was a gym on campus, he kind of shrugged it off, saying he got a better workout here. Hmmm....
So I leave, thinking nothing of this exchange until later that night when I check my email and have a notification that Cole has "written" on my wall on Facebook. (A brief diversion: Facebook is sort of the university equivalent of MySpace, only you have to have a valid university email address to sign up, but it's worldwide. And it's big. I think everyone on this campus is on it. Including me, though I only have 2 "friends," because I only vaguely know about 2 people here. And "writing on someone's wall" is like posting a comment, where everyone can see it; it's not a secret message. It's public.)
So, Cole has written something along the lines of "I was surprised to run into you at the club tonight. I figured we would have run into each other somewhere else by now. Good luck on your Spanish test tomorrow."
WTF? What did he mean by he "figured we would have run into each other by now?" Where? So I check out his profile, and though it says he's interested in dating women (and he was born in 1985!!!), it also says his "current relationship status" is an "open relationship with...." and had some guy's name. John or something. So I click on that guy's profile, and he's a baseball player at Rice.
I must say, I was quite surprised by the whole ordeal. And slightly intrigued. Is this what the kids are doing these days?
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Damn kids. I knew I was born ten years too early.
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