Personal Narrative: Facebook Official

Although my past relationship was not “Facebook Official” as we call it nowadays and we never really went on “dates,” I still consider this a relationship to myself. There was a physical connection that I felt towards this person, but I wonder if he felt the same connection that I did. Life in a small town… I grew up in the small town of Shenandoah – one of those small towns where everyone knows everyone, word gets around and rumors spread like wildfire. Even though my “relationship” was kept under wraps, kind of like one of those deep dark secrets you share only with your closest best friend, rumors still began to surface and word traveled around which led to the usual people talking behind my back. Now about him…
His name was James, but …show more content…
We are talking about the days when Myspace was the cool social network site. I had been out with a bunch of friends walking around the town, as I often did, and came home to what I thought was a random friend request on Myspace accompanied by a message. I did not know who it was at first until I dug a little deeper, saw a couple of photos and mutual friends. Then it struck me – it was Jimi D! In the message he wrote about how he had noticed me walking around town. At this time, he was already way old enough to have his own vehicle and drive around the “town’s loop.” He complimented me on many things in the message and closed it with his phone number and an invitation to text him. Pounding, …show more content…
I wanted more from him, but I felt like we were on completely different pages. I was left feeling dissatisfied. The more we hung out at his place, I started to pick up on little things around the house. The house was very clean and well-kept. OK, maybe this was nothing. But something specific stuck out at me and began to bother me – the bedroom light was never on and I always felt my way around the room with the little bit of street light that shined in through the curtains and always found myself in the bathroom redressing. One night after he received one of usual “what’s up?” text messages which happened all too often, I found the bedroom light switch. I’m glad I did…
Her name was Nicole. Her belongings were everywhere. I did not know her and knew nothing about her other than the fact that she was not from our town. Rumor has it that she was a hairdresser by day and a bartender by night, which is why she was rarely there. There was no way I would be labeled as a home-wrecker. I was devastated and speechless. There were no signs of her on his Myspace page. I was left destroyed, feeling used and played. It turns out this entire time he only ever wanted one thing from me. I was stupid enough to waste a solid year of high school over this. Moving