Facebook Redux

So first we talked about why Facebook is the devil. Then we had the story about that Facebook bitch which further illustrated the point. And now I have yet more proof… the “Relationship Status” profile information.

How could one little field of stock profile information cause so much havok? Well let me tell you how.

When LC and I decided to get back together, I was perhaps a bit more enthusiastic than he was at the very beginning. And I remembered that the dreaded “Relationship Status” field on Facebook had been an issue for us in the past. Mostly because I wouldn’t change mine right away. So when we made our decision, I immediately went in and said I was in a relationship with him. Then I waited for him to confirm. And I waited…. and I waited…. and I waited. Well, I waited half a day at least. (What? I’m not a patient woman.)

Finally I just asked him if he’d checked his email. He said he’d seen it but he needed to talk to someone before he switched it over. Fair enough. Later that night he said his Facebook was just work friends anyway and he was just thinking he would keep relationship stuff off of there. Well, dear friends, I balked. I asked if he wasn’t planning on telling them about us. He said he’d already told a few people. I asked what the problem was then. He grudgingly said he guessed there was none. But the topic was dropped without satisfaction on either side.

A few days later, we talked more calmly. He felt the request was invasive and presumptive because it had been sent without warning or question.  I explained I was only attempting to right past wrongs. He said he could understand but that he wanted to wait a few weeks before declaring things there. That he cared what his friends thought and our story was already so full of twists and turns. He just wanted some time to be sure neither one of us was going to wake up one morning and run for the hills. I said I could understand and would cancel the request. And he could send it when he was ready.

And so time passed. First one week. Then two weeks. Then three weeks. He said he’d told everyone at work. So I was left wondering if he’d perhaps never told that girl he had been casually dating? Was he hiding me from her? That seemed unlikely as he would not have had any free time in which to see her really. So my mind leapt to the next horrifying but logical place. Maybe he really was going to wake up one morning and decide he didn’t want me. Why else?

But I stayed silent, as I had promised. Although in my mind, it became a larger and larger point of concern.

Then, one morning just this week, he changed it and I had the confirmation email. And even though we were spending every night together, and even though he’s been with me and so supportive through some difficult things lately… even though all of that is true, this one email about a relationship status setting on Facebook made me grin from ear to ear. Of course, I accepted immediately.

It really is the stupidest things which make a difference to us in the end. Or cause trouble.

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