As anyone who has read my blog will know, I am not a huge fan of social media.
There are lots of reasons for this, but the main one is the amount of unhappiness it causes – people are very brave behind the security of a screen. Friendships and families have been torn apart by a thoughtless post. I’m also not keen on the attention seeking and the down-right boring – I don’t need to see a picture of the sandwich you are about to eat.
However, in this digital age, I am very aware that I am missing out on information and shared resources for work.
And maybe, just maybe, one of my friends has explained the benefits of a private profile enough for me to set one up.
I have Facebook friends but know none of these people. I have no one from my area and no one in my family. I have used a variation of my real name. I have not set a location. But I have joined groups for things I am interested in: books, history, castles, my favourite dog breed.
So far so good. I like reading about people’s lives from around the world. It has made my own world that little bit bigger.
And then I received a message on Messenger. And my goodness was he cute. And single.
We have been chatting for a couple of weeks now too, and it has moved into video chats.
I don’t believe this will ever be any more than what it is, but my, I like talking to him. I like the way he looks at me when we talk. I like the way my stomach turns at his smile.
But he’s a million miles away. In every sense of that phrase.
When I am being silly, I allow my thoughts drift on possibilities. The romantic sensibilities of a literature teacher come into full force. People do meet over Facebook – I was speaking to a fellow female GSD lover who told me that she was Russian and her husband was Nigerian. They met on Facebook.
Equally, I am well aware that people are not always what they seem. And in addition to that are the difficulties and challenges of different cultures.
It began as flirting does. An interest in the other person. A distraction to prevent me from getting too attached to ‘Second the Best’. To keep me grounded in the moment and the simplicity of conversation.
But the more I see him and speak to him, the harder it is becoming to fight those sensibilities.
How can I be failing already with my own, new philosophy on dating??