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admit it would hurt.
    Then it occurred to me that I was putting more thought into deciding whether to friend Brett on Facebook than I most likely did in deciding whether to sleep with him. I had to wonder if it was just me or if it was endemic of the Facebook generation in general.
    I could feel my heart beating a little bit faster when I sent Brett the friend request.
    Then I sat there and waited. And waited. And waited.
    Only thirty seconds had gone by and I already felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I wondered if Brett realized he was killing me.
    I wasn’t sure why I was just sitting there waiting. Part of me didn’t think he’d accept my friend request. And even if he did, I didn’t think it would be instantaneous.
    But it was pretty damn quick.
    There is was: Brett Conner has accepted your friend request. You can write on his wall .
    My heart pounded even harder when I realized he could now see everything on my wall. In my desire to see his details, I completely forgot about the fact that he was now privy to all of my sordid past activities documented for eternity on my Facebook Timeline.
    I quickly jumped over to Brett’s Profile again. There wasn’t a lot there but I was able to discern a few tidbits of information.
    First: There were several photos of him with another female state university grad, who I vaguely recognized. I sat next to her in an Economics class my freshman year. It was a class, which my brother highly recommended I take and I subsequently flunked. I remembered that she was small and mousy, kept to herself and always got perfect scores on every quiz and test. The tag on the photo said her name Rebecca Stiller. I clicked on her name and was taken to her Profile page. She didn’t have too much public information posted except that she was a state university grad, the same year and me and Brett. She now lived in Maryland (which would fit with Brett’s story about his college girlfriend moving to the other side of the country) and she worked for a government agency in Washington, DC. I had little doubt she was his Number One.
    I studied her profile photo. She looked serious and smart. She wasn’t someone you’d immediately say was attractive but she was n’t ugly, either. She was an average looking person with straight, shoulder length brown hair and brown eyes. In the photo, she was wearing a sweater vest with a turtleneck and pearls. She seemed to be a female equivalent of Brett and in many ways his perfect match. I could see why they were together so long. In the three years they were together, I bet they never once fought or raised their voices or said a mean thing to each other. I was with Brett for one night that I couldn’t even remember and I had already done all of those things. Well, the next morning anyway.
    I let out a sigh.
    Was there any way Brett and I could have a relationship? I was certainly nothing like Rebecca “Sweater Vest” Stiller. If Rebecca had a complete opposite in the world, that person was me.
    I went back to Brett’s profile page and clicked on his “About” section. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I verified that he was actually single. He worked as an Aeronautical Engineer for NASA. Fancy job. No wonder he had no time for a girlfriend. He didn’t have any hobbies or other activities listed but he did have a quote: When you have only two pennies left in the world, buy a loaf of bread with one and a lily with the other . It seemed like a strange quote for a guy to have on his wall but Brett didn’t seem that much like a typical guy.
    I decided to investigate his Wall a little further. There wasn’t too much posted there. He probably didn’t have time to use Facebook much. I did notice that he had changed his Relationship Status just this past March from Engaged to Single.
    Engaged? Why did I feel like someone had stabbed me in the heart with a knife when I read that single word? Brett said he dated this ex for three years in college and