Posted: January 27, 2012 in Life, Sex

I just deleted my account for the second time. Or as Facebook calls it …Deactivated. It just means you have six months to log in and continue where you left off before they delete you permanently. I find that I’ve been spending too much time on it lately. It’s too easy to get status updates and notification on my iPhone. I sleep with the damn thing. But you know what? …as much as I and others bitch about it, it has been a useful tool and resource the past few years. I do some traveling here and there for work and pleasure. It’s much easier to keep in touch with people (ahem women) that I meet abroad.

I’ve got a sweet Colombian girl I still talk to in Costa Rica. She sends me coffee once in a while. I don’t think I’ve bought any coffee in the past two years. I also get Christmas cards from Taiwan and England. I didn’t try to be international …it just worked out that way.

I think the best use of Facebook however is for the purpose of Retro-fucking. It’s a phrase coined by a fellow forum enthusiast of mine who calls himself El Mechanico. I’ve knocked off a few girls from my retro-fucklist in the past year thanks to Facebook. It’s not too hard. Just find a girl you’ve known and send her a friend request. You chat with her a little bit. Make her laugh and follow up with an offer to meet up for drinks. Most of these girls are older now and past their prime (18-27) so they’re (not surprisingly ) willing to meet up. Some were married. Some have children. Some are just the same as you remember them. Some are completely different people. Whatever their story is …they’re over thirty and easy pickens for a smooth talking guy like myself who still has all his hair at close to forty.

The married ones are just as cool as the single ones. They’ll offer to introduce you to their single friends. Double score.

So my friend and colleague just deleted his account recently as well. Next thing you know his cellphone is blowing up with text messages. Nobody knew how to reach him outside of Facebook so people were passing messages to him through the trusty old grapevine. Facebook has become such a staple of contemporary life …even more so than cellphones.

I brought up all these topics on a forum that I frequent. I called my Facebook account my “social resume”. I was chastised heavily for that one. Ehh …maybe they’re right. Maybe not. Time will tell.

I’ll talk to you later. I have a million text messages to reply to.


  1. The Geographer says:

    You can permanently delete your account with only a 2 week waiting period by going here https://www.facebook.com/help/contact.php?show_form=delete_account

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