In past relationships I always wanted to know where I stood and probably a lot of the times I never really did have a good idea of where I was in terms of the guy I was seeing. It really was a simpler time back in fourth grade when I got a note passed to me asking the simple question of “Will you go with me?” with the ever popular multiple choices that I could choose from and send back to the little red headed boy.
Of course now we have Facebook, where you can put a label on yourself for all your friends to see. The boy got on FB after we had been seeing each other for quite some time. I remember cringing when I changed the status from “In a relationship with. . . ” to “Single.” By the time I changed it though most of my friends knew that I had walked away but I took my sweet time changing it.
Labels can put you in a box and I am an outside the box kind of girl, so after Chandler and I started spending more time with each other, discussing feelings, movies, music and everything else I started to think about the FB labeling debacle.
We were laughing about our quirks and he said, gee, maybe we should date. We giggled about it and I made a flippant comment about nothing is official until it is on FB. Then he did his “I am up to something laugh” and when I asked him what he was up to, he would just respond with nothing. So I picked up my laptop and went to FB. There it was. He was in a relationship. And instead of trying to figure out how to run away and freak out, I changed mine and that was that.
Of course having parents on FB makes everything even more “fun” in terms of my dad likes to be funny and my mom likes to be sweet. Amy sent a text saying my dad almost made her pee from laughing so hard.
And then came the gentle ribbing from friends, from both sides, because neither of us were really looking for anything. And I am very thankful to have such wonderful friends who all looked at me and said FINALLY! The love and support from them mean so much, they also like to rile me up, planning out my life.
And for once I am not having to wonder where in the hell I stand. Maybe I might be figuring all this out now. . .