You know, with FB, there are all sorts of controls. You can "hide" people if you don't feel like getting updates about how some random person from 20 years ago is going to get a latte at Starbucks this afternoon. They are still your FB friends, and you can go look at their pictures and stuff if you choose, but you can keep them at arms length too.

Also, if you want to upload 150 old family photos to have a nostalgic time with your relatives looking at and comment on them, you can choose exactly who gets to see those pictures. You won't have the random Starbucks latte guy above making comments about the plaid pants and bowl cut you had when you were ten.

FB allows you to control a lot. Share what you want. Keep private what you want.

I think she's thinking of Elspode.

My bad...sorry.

Anyway, if they just want to say hi, there shouldn't be a problem.

Why do people on FB add people they don't know? Is there a contest going on to see whomever has the most friends on FB wins?

Because they are pathetic losers, or they wouldn't be on facebook to begin with.:stickpoke

Well, she's Japanese so I should do it on 12/7 in honor of my dad's Marine Corps buddy.

I believe there is.

In most FB games, bringing in friends for support is either a requirement to unlock features or just makes your character more powerful.

Facebook now gives an option to allow friends to see stuff, but not friends of friends.

Yes.

Like an oak... never faulter or crack, strong as ever. Pffft... people are people and our curiosity will prevail.

First I would clear the air with my wife... I'd let her see the email (openess can be painful, but it does keep the lines of trust strong). Then I would probably stay in contact with her for a little while and let it fade away on its own (stay uncommitted and emotionless and the inevitable fade-away will happen).

This had actually happened to me. I received a letter, of all things, from an acquaintance that I had ceased a relationship with a few years before I had married. In the letter she wrote how much she had thought about our past relationship and that her current husband was a jerk. It was pretty freaky actually. She had put her phone number in the letter and a picture of her and her son. My wife was like, "WTF - who's this bitch?" Normal reaction type of thing... LOL

I had never told my wife about her. Didn't figure it important since I had quit seeing her a couple years before I started dating my wife. Well, my wife was pretty adamant about wanting to cut her tits off, shooting her twat, poking her eyes out, etc... so I did the most logical and safe thing (for me) at that time - I suggested that she write her a letter letting her know that I was already taken and I left it at that. Well, the next day, when I came home from work, I asked my wife if she had taken care of the problem and she told me she wrote her a letter. That was it... never heard from her again.

I had another past acquaintance that had called me at home once. She tracked me down when we were living in Florida. But, that's another story. It had a much better ending than the first.

Gotta love wives and how they handle the competition. :D

Or perceived competition, real & imagined. :rolleyes:

Madman, that is hilarious. I hope you sleep in kevlar pjs just in case your wife starts imagining things, but it sounds like you two keep an open line of communication so she probably wouldn't blind side you.

Reminds me of a story by friend who used to work on movies a lot. Seems the make-up woman was married to the gaffer or something like that and she saw her husband laughing and shooting the shit with the Craft Services gal. She got all het up and came storming over and started in on her husband: "WTF is going on with you two, I can see what's going on."

The husband said "What? We were just talking."

"Next time that bitch wants to talk to you, you tell her I'm from Brooklyn and we got ways of dealin' with people like her."

You have to hear it in a Brooklyn accent for the full effect, but still...

Yesterday when we were at the gym working out, this crazy lady starts talking to Jim (the wingnut magnet) out of nowhere... about me. She called me a bitch. It was mildly awkward.

she said it in a very complimentary way...

Was she from Brooklyn?

A Mexican pirate hooker bitch?