Facebook is evil

I read an article posted on a relationship blog informing me there's yet another trend on the horizon, spawned from the loins of Facebook and other social networking sites. The term du jour is "retrosexual". Oh, how I was excited (before reading their definition) that old time dating rituals were on the comeback trail. That men actually entertained the idea of courting a girl, talking to her, getting to know her and leaving the e-toys back on the desk at home. That women could exercise their flirting skills long forgotten in the world of sexting and porno e-pics. Unfortunately, as I kept reading, the term actually came to mean seeking out and rekindling a past relationship (5, 10, 20 years in the past). Through the power of the "friend finder" you would be able to queue up your old flames like cards in a deck. You'd be able to investigate (snoop!) what he's been up to since you two parted via photos and wall postings. You'd slyly notice his status as being "single" and that would create license to pounce, or rather,
"poke" him as its done ala social media. This brought a serious rush of, "Why the fuck would I go back there?" deja vous. I mean, if that relationship was soooo darn good, why did we go our separate ways? Sure, he's got great photos, is having fun on vacation, seems socially and professionally put together and all that. He looks so hot! But, let's not forget, the psychos of this world are not posting their status as "seeking seriously sick relationship", now are they? They don't have photos of me crying after the third date in a row he blew me off for his bar fly friends. Where's that shot, sweetie, of me dressed and dolled up for that romantic dinner? You remember, that was the night you decided you needed your space? Only to call me the next night for a little booty? You know where I'm going with this gals. And if you don't, you deserve to experience it all over again with your new retro FB buddy because it ain't gonna turn out any different for you I'm afraid. No, Facebook is creating a monster here. If you tread in that water again, you're going to waste another month, year or ten of those, casually forgetting your past with him, thinking it's a new day and a fresh slate. Just don't forget how fun it was to pick up those pieces and move forward. Maybe those are the photos we should be posting on our profiles so we don't ever forget.