The dangers of Facebook

We'll never say it enough, Facebook is a great networking device. It allows you to:
-stay in touch with your friends abroad,
-save a few pounds on texting,
-organise a party,
-get to know better that sexy stranger at the bar, who you know is a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of that person you've just met only once but is now in your "friends" list. ( and everyone knows that a little poking often leads to so much more...),
-etc....
But see, when all those sexy strangers become exes, it would take massive guts (that unfortunately I don't have) to remove them from your friends list. And let's be honest there, who doesn't want to know what happens to them after you've broken up???
And you keep checking their profile hoping that their status will be " ______ is desperate", "______ will never find love again", or even better "_______ wants to kill himself"!
Obviously, most of the time, YOU end up wanting to kill yourself because he's never looked better on his profile picture, and his page is filled by sexually explicit comments from five different slutty looking girls.

But that's not all my point. I've been invited at my gay friend Andy's birthday drinks tonight. Through Facebook, obviously. Well, fair enough, but I wouldn't have even considered going there, if I had been invited the "real-life" way . Don't get me wrong there, I'm a very open-minded person (my first boyfriend left me for a guy when I was 15...), and some of my best friends are gay, bi, whatever, but mainly because I've already spent far too much time on the gay scene, I know for a fact that there's never anything in store for me on those nights. A girl surely has better plans for herself on a friday night!

So, when I received the invitation last Sunday, I still pressed the "might show up" button and started to scratch my brain for a decent excuse not to show up... Until Tuesday, when there popped in my News feeds: "the-only-person-on-earth-that-truly-broke-your-heart is planning to attend Andy's birthday drinks"!!! That's the thing, with Facebook, I've both known them for years, and while the three of us went to the same school, I could swear on my life they never spoke to each other. So why on earth would "the-only-person-on-earth-that-truly-broke-my-heart" decide to go? I'm not that self centered yet to think he decided to go because he saw I was going. But why? It is sooo not his scene! So why? WHY???

So, obviously I'm going... And freaking out. It took me eight months to get over him, and only because I haven't seen him in a year and a month... (if you don't take in account the drunken horny messenger exchanges at 2amonce in a while)
But I decided to stay only if it will have become obvious that:
-he will never show up
-he will show up and display no interest in me whatsoever (harsh)
-he will show up and I won't be interested anymore (if it's the case, I'll immediately run off to Saint Paul's and lit a candle! hum... not likely)
-he will show up and will remind me why I was so crazy about him (if it's the case, this time I'll run straight to the Thames)
-he will show up and spend the evening with that bitch who said she would come as well (if it's the case I'd have to stay a bit longer, just to work out how to discreetly kill them both before leaving)

Anyway, I'd better get going now and try not to get too slaughtered, but I don't see why I shouldn't; it's Andy's birthday after all! Don't ask why I'm wearing the dress I bought for my date tomorrow...