I ignored the fact that it’s January in the mid-west. I ignored the fact that it’s nearly zero degrees. I decided to get sushi. It’s my favorite sushi place, you see, and I will come up with any excuse at all to go there.
My excuse today was “my friend has never been”.
I walked in early, secured a table and set about checking in at all of my location-based games. They are, it should be noted, games against myself and I love it that way. I’m totally prepared to be in competition with myself.
That being neither here nor there, I was checking into my various applications when I noticed that a recently made friend was there.
I sent him a friend request. I did not search him out in the restaurant and tell him this was going to happen, I just did it. It occurred to me, as I was ordering rolls of raw fish, that it perhaps was an overstepping of boundaries.
Facebook stalking is still ok, apparently, but befriending a newly befriended friend in a check-in app, well…
…people begin to think you might actually be a stalker.
I imagined what might have happened next – in my mind it was fairly funny. He would text his friend who would call his roommate to check if I had been on the most recent guest list. They would decide that I must have been with various details and might text him back to say I was at that most recent party. He could then accept my friend request without worry that I was actually a terrifying person sent to kill him over sushi and rice wine.
But I think he actually jumped to that final conclusion and didn’t friend my specifically to avoid assassination.
In the movies, it would have been a “meet cute” moment.