Facebooking With the Missus

[Clive]

My wife has been rocking the Facebook, and she drew me in.  So I register and set up an awesome profle, including this profile image:

Caption: God's gift to women.

I send her a friend-invite or whatever they're called.  Conversation ensues ...

I will approve you when you change your picture!!!!!

I change the image to this:

Howzzat?

OK but I'm going to pretend you're my brother.

I change the image again, to this:

Caption: I put the "man" in "Barry Manilow".  Well, not really ... but I'd like to.

There.

This is why I did not click "Confirm" yet...

I change the image yet again, to this:

Caption: Wanna go for a ride on my righteous scoot?

OK, fine. I changed it. AGAIN.

Where do you FIND these things?

Hehe.

You're going to be the only guy on Facebook whose wife is not his friend.

Does this mean you're not my friend? Unrelated: [A coworker] isn't running today. I'm surprised how dependent I get on running partners. A month ago, I ran alone all the time and had no motivation issues.

I am your friend in the real-life sense. I'll be your friend on Facebook when you post a real-life photo. And not of your genitals.

Go run already.

I'm saddened at being force-fit into acceptable, comfortable societal norms.

Not posting pictures of your genitals is not an unreasonable request.

So to be clear, the limitation is pictures of MY genitals?

I never should have married an attorney.

I changed it again, this time to:

Caption: Kneeling In Snow With Dog

Not sure if this Facebook thing is really going to work out for me.

[twoiron]

Ummm..... Good Luck with that

[Dunk]

Your wife must be a saint.

[stroh]

Facebook:   


All the chicks at work are/were all about Facebook, 'til it got yanked at work.  Along with Youtube. Now it's personal.

Anyhoo.

Chicks at work:  stroh, you should totally do Facebook.
stroh:  No.
Chicks at work:  Why not?
stroh:   
Dude at work:  Look at this:  This dude I haven't seen in forever knows this chick that knows this dude that I may know......

stroh:  That's why.

Chicks at work:  Come on.

whatever.

So I sign up. First *goshdarn* thing I see is Mr. X. wants to be your friend.

WTF??!!  This is the reason I didn't so it in the first *goshdarn* place!   What the hell kind of algorithm are they running?  Too *goshdarn* good I'll tell you that.

stroh:  yoink.  delete.

exit.

No Facebook here.

[Dunk]

No facebook here either.  I spend enough time on golf forums as it is.

[hobbit]

I finally signed up around the holidays.  I actually like it - got back in touch with a number of old friends.

Now I get to see which ones got fat, which ones are lesbians, who got lucky and married a hottie - then there's me, who hasn't done *feces* but live like a 20-something well beyond his expiration date 

[Walfredo]

I don't do the myspace or the facebooks either. 

[MFAWG]

I finally signed up around the holidays.  I actually like it - got back in touch with a number of old friends.

Now I get to see which ones got fat, which ones are lesbians, who got lucky and married a hottie - then there's me, who hasn't done *feces* but live like a 20-something well beyond his expiration date 

You say that like it's a bad thing.

[Clive]

Now I get to see ... which ones are lesbians, ...

In other words, every girl you dated.

[Aske]

LMAO @ this thread.

No Facebook here.

[spacey]

I pretty much echo Hobbit. Although I am one of the ones who got lucky and married a hottie.

[Dunk]

. . . Although I am one of the ones who got lucky and married a hottie.

I know what you mean. Isn't that great? Although I suspect if you're like me, it's not luck, it's skill.

[hobbit]

. . . Although I am one of the ones who got lucky and married a hottie.

I know what you mean. Isn't that great? Although I suspect if you're like me, it's not luck, it's skill.

No one likes a show off!

[spacey]

. . . Although I am one of the ones who got lucky and married a hottie.

I know what you mean. Isn't that great? Although I suspect if you're like me, it's not luck, it's skill.

Nope. 100% pure, unadulterated luck.

[Walfredo]

. . . Although I am one of the ones who got lucky and married a hottie.

I know what you mean. Isn't that great? Although I suspect if you're like me, it's not luck, it's skill.

Nope. 100% pure, unadulterated luck.

What about the pressure of knowing deep down you are indeed inferior to your spouse?  And it's only a matter of time before that fact eats at her until she can't hide it anymore.  That's why a nice high spiraling 45-50 yard punt with no return is the best.  You don't outpunt or underpunt your coverage and everyone is on an equal playing field a fair catch if you will.  You gentlemen are playing with fire IMO.  No rest for you guys trying to make your hotties happy.  Good luck with that.