Monday, August 9, 2010
I’ve been known as the boy next door, best friend forever when you need a shoulder to cry on, reassurance man when you wanted to hear “yes, we guys are dumb”, the comfort guy at the dance club when you didn’t want to dance with strangers, the hair holder guy at the end of the night (I hate holding hair btw), the human shield blocking you so you can pee in public and the supporter holding you up so your drunken queen can pee in a tub because the toilet was broken. Can’t you come over just to cuddle guy because boyfriend / girlfriend broke up with you, had a fight with family members or just because you were lonely. The latest title I’ve encountered is FBF (fake boyfriend); you love having the male attention, enjoyed me taking you out and paying for everything however do not want to be in a relationship or is it just a relationship with me?
I could continue with the list of ‘a.k.a’s and alias but the reality of it is this: “I just do not want to be known as just these.” I’m not writing this stating I want to get married right now; I’m saying I want to be given a chance. I want the same chance you gave the ‘bad boy’ you wanted to “change,” Mr. Wrong that treated you crap and ‘Mr. Not Right Now’ who only wanted to a relationship with you between the hours or and 4am.
Stop trying to convince me “it’s you, not me.” Deep down inside, I know it’s me. It’s my fault for having a sweet mother for raising me to be a man and not a boy. It’s my fault for never wanting to treat a woman the same way I saw my mother treated while I was growing up. Maybe my flaw is not “moving in for the kill” quick enough. But as one of my friends put it in her blog today “I enjoy stages.” I wonder if it “enjoying stages” has backfired in my face though.
Though I enjoy knowing that I could pick up the phone and find someone to hangout with me pretty much whenever, it would be nice to only have to call one number and know the women on the other end calls me boyfriend.
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
I don't believe that every follow is going to be a friend, but it is nice to have people that are willing to listen to your random rants, view the funny photos, and add their opinions on the world events (just a few things that I share on Twitter). When I started on Twitter, I was conducting an experiment on how social networking was becoming more embedded into our everyday lives. In the beginning, I didn't get it. I wondered why people would spend their time updating their friends and random people on what was going on in their daily life. But then, isn't that what we do on Facebook and when we blog. With twitter, we are limited to 140 characters. So I guest the people at Twitter are helping us not ramble. (Blogger, do not get any ideas).
Only a few of my friends were let in to knowing that I had an account. Months went by and I was happy to see what was going on in two of my friend's lives because it seemed it was the only way I could keep up with what was going on in their lives. As we get older, move to different cities and states, it becomes harder to pick up the phone and make a call. I remember in high school, the few times I was grounded, my punishment was no phone privileges. Now, I see my roll over minutes building up month to month to a point I think that I could actually be on the phone outside of my free nights and weekends and not have to pay an overage charge for a week. (For those trying to the math on that, I have about 3500 minutes saved up).
During my research, I realized that there is/was so much more involved in Twitter than letting people know "what's on your mind." I'm not going to spoil anymore of what Twitter can do for those who don't have Twitter. You really need to experience it for yourself. But what I will tell you is that I have met some very interesting people through it and hopefully some new friends.
Personal Twitter goal #1: getting 50 people to follow me... complete. Now, can I get another 50 people to follow me by next Friday?! I guess only time will tell.