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Warning: Facebook Can Ruin
Your Lovelife!



This Season's Chew On This by Clarissa Gomez


 So you finally meet Mr/Miss Right (for the moment anyway) and everything is just peachy. Perhaps you met him/her at a chance encounter or through mutual friends. In any event, you feel your life was changed forever with the prospect that this could finally be the "one." After all, they look and smell lovely, they laugh at all the jokes that your friends have banned you from telling, they poke fun of your dancing in the sweetest of ways, and they actually think that your you-know-what in your you-know-where is absolutely adorable. But then, the ultimate question in this virtual era inevitably pops-up . . . "Do you have a My Space/ Facebook/ JD/ Mi Gente/ Match/ Big & Beautiful page/profile?"


Suddenly, you freeze and wonder if you can get to a computer before they can in order to clean-up anything that you may not want them to know about you just yet. Or, what if they erroneously think that your bigillion half-naked drinking pics make you look like a lush, or think that your Ninjas v. Pirates application on Facebook is the lamest thing ever? Or worse, what if the thought of making yet another new relationship "public" on your page for all to see, after having done so in one-too-many failed relationships, simply makes you break-out in hives? You attempt to play it cool, ignoring the sweat bubbling up on your forehead, and somehow manage to say: "Oh (gulp), can you repeat the question?"


You see, gone are the days of wearing someone's ring, pin, sweater, tattoo, hicky, or prison jump-suit to indicate that you are "official" or "going steady." In this highly technological era, marking one's territory comes in the form of making your relationship public online, whether it be on your virtual "page" of choice, or in taking down your profile page on a dating site to indicate that you're off the market. Otherwise, failing to modify your online "persona" when in a new relationship can cost you dearly when your Mr/Miss Right turns into Mr/Miss WTF is your problem?, and I'm not just talking about bees in your pillow. It's much worse!


The most confident among us can become incredibly insecure when our new love refuses to make us as "public" online as we would like. We somehow feel entitled to know why we're not on their "top friends", who is that tramp dropping comments and inside jokes and why on earth are her boobs so big? On the other hand, the most well-intentioned among us can become incredibly reluctant to expose our bleeding hearts and let the world know that we're once again taking a shot at love with yet another person. Do we really have to create a sparkling picture slide-show of us kissing? Isn't it enough that I'm at your place every weekend, that I fold your laundry because I know how much you hate it and that I allow you to cook me breakfast in exchange of  "special" massages? What does my online persona have to do with anything anyway?


       The way I see it, after an informal poll of a grossly unscientific number of 20-something year-old interns at work, ok three - the truest indicator of how soon you should alter your online persona and make your relationship public all depends on whether or not you've had "The Talk." Although other factors may include how long you've been dating, how active each of you is on their page/profile, or what the page's purpose is; as a good rule of thumb the decision should turn on whether or not someone had the brass Cojones to bring-up the "I-really-like-you-and-want-you-all-for-myself-Talk." At that point, you've either decided to abandon ship or stay put with a life jacket and bottle of Jack Daniels for the ride. Thus, if you've done the latter, it only makes sense to engage with your new love fully and whole-heartedly. Yes folks, even if it means telling the virtual world that you can't come out to play in the same way anymore, or de-activating your "SexyBeast" profile on Match because you're diving into love again, and this time for real- well, maybe.

Peace!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


 

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