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I will be the first to admit that I do not utilize facebook – nearly at all.  I have an account, and I sit back and let messages come to me.  I don’t seek out new “friends” – I don’t join any groups – I don’t write on my wall (hell, I can usually only last a couple of weeks on Twitter before I get bored).  So I leave my account active and just see what happens.  Sometimes, I’m pleasantly surprised (re-connecting for a brief moment with Jeremy from elementary school).  Sometimes I’m not (getting my hopes up that an old friend really wants to reconnect but then realizing they just want to add another “friend” to their list).  And sometimes I’m floored…speechless…eyes wide, slack-jawed and addle-headed.  Like today.  I got a message from Christina.  Oh god, I remember that name.  Is that her?  Or am I mis-remembering?  No, it’s defnitely her.  The first, and consequently ONLY girl I ever went “all the way” with (don’t get me wrong, there were others…just none others that I did the deed full-on with…ever…).  Polite exchanges “oh, you’re in Houston now?” and “what do you do for a living?”, those kinds of things.  And then the potential pin to the floodgate was opened when we conversed about her two cute kids and she asked the inevitable “what about you?  have a wife and kids yet?”  What could I do?  Barrel through I guess, so I responded with “nope, but I have a husband and a dog!!”