Thursday, July 11, 2019

WTF is going on with my Facebook Friend Requests?



I was talking to Naeemah today.  Not myself, there’s another one out there, and yes, we do know each other.  Our names weren’t the only thing we had in common.  We were talking about singleness and dating.
I’ve been getting like a shit ton of friend requests to my personal Facebook page, like 2-4 requests a day for the last 3 or 4 months.  One day I counted 17 requests.  I accept based on the age: not too young, I’m not a cougar or a mom of any kind and not too old but I appreciate a distinguished gentleman and whether or not I think they’re cute. Most of the requests are from guys that live in my home country St. Kitts. Since I haven’t lived there for 15 years and move in and out like I owe money when I do visit, I didn’t think they were intentionally for me.  The other Naeemah lives at home and is very pretty with the most captivating smile, another thing we have in common.  I thought the friend requests were for her.  So I had to ask her what happened.  I thought maybe she told the world that she was single and looking and sent all the men crazy trying to slide into her DM’s.  Men aren’t the most detailed creatures I know so a Naeemah H mistake would be so easy to make.  And voila I have 200 more FB friends for no particularly good reason.  But why?
Cause dating and relationships are in a suck phase right now.  Let’s be real, it’s been in a suck phase for a while.  After she told me that the dating scene was challenging back home I had to share that it was no different here in the US, at least not in my neck of the woods, Hotlanta, GA.  I see entirely too many pretty, intelligent, self-actualized females at home and abroad up and down my timeline barely restraining their combustible frustrations with dating.  We want to be ok with our singleness, we are ok with our singleness, we’re awesome but goddamit why are we still single?  Why do guys in and out of relationships add you on social media to stalk you, like 17 of your profile pictures in a half hour, and never say anything?  What the entire fuck is going on? What happened to us?
I’m equally frustrated and amused at this current state of affairs and seek to study it, to understand and to seek solidarity from my fellow sisters about it.  I needed an outlet.  That’s why I write.