I have a cute social media anecdote.
I watch things happen on Facebook without writing much. Once in a while I make comments to help a person or something, but it is rare.
I always get requests to be friends with someone, though. Before accepting, I go to their page to see who they are. The tricky part is the pretty ladies. A lot of them are spam and I delete their requests.
Well, one particular pretty lady did show up the other day asking to be friends. I went to her page and saw she has been a member of Facebook for some time and talks about O-Land things. She was not only pretty, she was high-class. Lots of photos of her in rich surroundings. Something felt off, but I thought what the hell. I accepted the request.
The next day I got a private message from her. Did she say hello? Or nice to meet you? Or anything dealing with O-Land?
Nope.
Here is the interaction we had.
HER: Can I ask you a question, Michael?
ME: Confucius say: "Whenever stranger start with, 'Can I ask you question?,' cover wallet with hand."
I'm still waiting for a follow-up.
Michael