Friend Requests

So the other day my friend Tasha* (names have been changed to keep my friends' business up out of the streets) called me and said "guess who requested to friend me on Facebook? Rita!*" Before I go on any further, I need to explain who Rita is. Rita slept with Tasha's husband about 6 years ago. Rita had spent so long trying to pretend that she was simply a friend of Tasha's husband, but obviously at least once, she was more. Needless to say, Tasha hates everything about Rita and hates her pretty much as much as I hate the slutbag skeezer that's stalked me for over a decade.

Tasha was PISSED. As soon as I heard, I gave her the sage advice to decline the invite, and then block Rita. I told her that if she accepted it, she'd end up pouring over every word and picture on Rita's page, and every time Rita updated her page with anything, including something as simple as "gm fb" Tasha would just look at her husband and hate his ass all over again. That's when Tasha admitted that she'd already accepted Rita's invite because her page was private and she wanted to see what she was up to, and that she'd spent 2 hours looking at her pictures and looking at Rita's children, to be sure that none of them looked like her own husband or their children. We laughed and then Tasha agreed to unfriend and then block her.

That's when Tasha had to ask me why on Earth Rita would send her a friend invite. I answered honestly, "curiosity." "What?" She asked. I explained to her that Rita sent her the friend invite the same reason that she'd accepted it. They both wanted to see what and how the other was doing. It was never about friendship for either of them. Tasha also found out that Rita had sent a friend invite to her husband and she promptly blocked her from her husband's profile.

I told Tasha about my theory that most women are sane and sensible creatures 99% of the time, but 1% of the time, we're batshit crazy. The problem is in the lapses in judgment that we're typically dealing with. Like I said, 99% of the time, we'll be on the straight and narrow, but suddenly that one thing that's a bad idea most of the time suddenly becomes a good idea to you. God only knows how or why that is. Once that 1% hits, you'll all of a sudden decide to call the exboyfriend that you swore you wouldn't call, drive by a guy's house at 4 in the morning, or you email a woman that you hate, who hates you in return. Or you send her a friend invite. Yep, 1% can be a bitch. I swore off Him because it was the right thing to do, but when my 1% pops up, I still visit him and stare longingly at his Facebook page.

I'd had my own experience with such occurrences. When I was pregnant I got a Myspace friend invite from someone that happened to have the wife of my son's father in her top friends. Needless to say, I declined the invite. A short while later the wife had logged into his Myspace page in order to look at my page. I'd written a short blog where I said that he and I were getting along (I honestly didn't say anything bad, all I'd said was that we were getting along) and she hit the Goddamned roof. Anyway, his exwife had always been portrayed as the cool and calm, drama free one, but truth of the matter is that she's just as nutty as the rest of us. From what I hear, she pretends to be so in control of her emotions, that I wish she'd just open up and admit to having feelings. Who wants to pretend to be a robot? How insincere is that? But anyway...

Tasha has since moved on and Rita is no longer on her mind and her Facebook page is now safe. Until one of them has another 1% moment.