Friends

Dave was in the habit of using my Facebook account as a way to keep up with friends and family. It was much easier for him than creating his own account, but it made me a little nervous.

I am very selective about the links that I click. I don’t agree with everything some of my friends post, and Facebook offers some interesting suggestions that sometimes freak me out.

Dave’s selection criteria don’t quite match mine. A few years ago, I kept seeing all these posts from Laura Bush on my news feed. After a little investigating, I found out that I liked her page. (I’m sure she is a lovely woman, but I don’t really need to follow her page.) Recently, he asked me to come watch a video that he thought was funny. I asked him how he found the video.  Sure enough, from my Facebook news feed.

Then he started complaining that a lot of things popping up on my news feed were from people he didn’t know. (A certain group I am part of is quite active.) Did I really read all that stuff? Couldn’t I do something about getting rid of it?

So I created a Facebook account for him.

Mutual friends found this amusing.

His change in relationship status also got quite a few likes and congratulations.

He is now busy acquiring friends.

One of his first friend requests came from a woman in McLean. He told me she was his dance partner.

And since I suspect he was the one who liked the Laura Bush page on my behalf, I liked my blog page on his behalf.

I also happened to notice he had sent friend requests to some friends of the girls. I mentioned that I accept requests from friends of the girls, but I don’t send requests because I don’t want their friends to feel uncomfortable. He complained that I needed to fill him in on this type of etiquette.

Of course I do.

This is the man who needed to be told that no, it was not okay for him to walk into the women’s locker room at the Four Seasons’ spa with a camera even though his daughters were in there.