"I'll Find You on Facebook"

WORLD - I've got something stuck in my craw and it's not what you're thinking.


At James Hoban last night, I met a 6'4'' Australian armed with an PH.D. He and I were flirting and talking about, of all the exciting things, excellent PBS programming. He bought me a glass of wine, chatted up my friends, and made it quite clear (you may infer) that he liked me. When the group hit the dance floor, we were dancing. Ten minutes later, he said he had to "duck out" and then asked for my last name. I told him and then he briefly nodded. 


"I'll find you on Facebook." 


ARE YOU F****** KIDDING ME? Are we seriously in the day and age where you no longer even need to ask a woman for her g****** number?!!? If he had stayed one minute longer I would've served up a "Real classy - go to ****". (Hoping my anger is being adequately conveyed from this screen to your eyeballs.) This isn't just about some guy and a random Friday night. I invested all my prime time that night talking to you, figuring out that you were worth my time; if you could be a potential date;  and lastly, I ignored every other fellow in the room, giving you an advantage. Even a guy who just wants to bang you takes the trouble to put your number in his phone so he can booty text you. This experience deeply troubles me, fellow datees. 2012 is becoming a lazier and more treacherous place for the single girl when men don't even bother to call- wait - text- wait - email - wait - gchat- wait no - FACEBOOK me. 


And you wonder why I prefer online dating.