Stumbled across this by chance today:
First off, my FB privacy setting are maxed out. I actually had a girl tell me the other day that my profile was "completely useless to creep."
I use FB like a man should. No status updates, no bullshit commenting, no dumb ass memes. Even my friends go on my profile and just see my profile pic and the pictures that I allow.
But I have been doing a lot of photography lately. Taking B&W photos at parties and what not. People at the party love it, chicks thing im artsy, and they all want them uploaded. So ill get the friend requests, upload the pics, and tag them for everyone.
What I did last night was tag the wrong girl. Same first name, just wrong last name. All by accident.
Today she sends me a message telling me I tagged the wrong girl. I fix it and start a conversation. Shes bored on football sunday and is coming over to hang out in a bit.
Your lack of any information on your profile makes you mysterious. Cool B&W photos of people partying pique their interests. A conveniently mistagged photo is all you need to start up that old conversation and arrange a date.
First off, my FB privacy setting are maxed out. I actually had a girl tell me the other day that my profile was "completely useless to creep."
I use FB like a man should. No status updates, no bullshit commenting, no dumb ass memes. Even my friends go on my profile and just see my profile pic and the pictures that I allow.
But I have been doing a lot of photography lately. Taking B&W photos at parties and what not. People at the party love it, chicks thing im artsy, and they all want them uploaded. So ill get the friend requests, upload the pics, and tag them for everyone.
What I did last night was tag the wrong girl. Same first name, just wrong last name. All by accident.
Today she sends me a message telling me I tagged the wrong girl. I fix it and start a conversation. Shes bored on football sunday and is coming over to hang out in a bit.
Your lack of any information on your profile makes you mysterious. Cool B&W photos of people partying pique their interests. A conveniently mistagged photo is all you need to start up that old conversation and arrange a date.
God'll prolly have me on some real strict shit
No sleeping all day, no getting my dick licked
The Original Emotional Alpha