My Mother Would Be Proud

Remember when you were a kid and just starting school … and each day you’d come home and tell your mom about your day.. all the colouring and playing and cut n’ paste you did.. and your mom would ask “but did you make any new friends?” 

Because aside from your “work”, Mom realized that the important thing was friendships, other people and social interaction.  That if you had friends to share all your work with and your day with, and your life with… everything else seemed much more easy and fun and pleasurable.

During my time in Central Ontario, I haven’t made a ton of friends here.  Mostly because for months now I’ve known that I was eventually leaving Barrie and heading back to Southern Ontario.  I’ve kept busy on my own… but in the last couple of months I’ve made more friends in Barrie than I did for the most of the 16 months I’ve been here.. and most have been through social media. 

I have been a Facebook afficianado for years (see my post about Facebook) but just became a Twitter fan in the last 4 months.  And of course, became somewhat addicted to it.  I quite enjoy it.. I like trying to think of witty things to say that reflect what I’m actually doing.  Yes, at times I embellish slightly to make it slightly more amusing, but for the most part, it’s at least based in reality.  I’ve enjoyed “meeting” other people via Twitter and being exposed to new people via the interweb.

I’ve made a few friends that live far away.. @IKnowKyleFord and @jmoneyallday are a couple of good examples. They both live in California and maybe we’ll never meet.. but in the meantime we have very fun conversations about the strangest things and it’s highly amusing. (Please note that these are young men far outside my dating stratosphere but in no way shape or form does that make me a cougar. If I am to be an animal, it’s a wolf,  a la Harvey Keitel’s character in Pulp Fiction. Look it up. I take care of stuff. Nuff said.)

Regardless. I had the pleasure to make some “Barrie” friends through Twitter.  At one point, a “Tweet Up” was organized but I couldn’t go.. then another was organized and I made plans to attend. Thursday, June 4th. I would actually meet people I talked to online.

We were to meet at the Mansion .. on the patio. Long story short (that is usually indicative .. for me.. of a story getting longer) the Mansion patio was not open. So apparently several “tweeps” showed up.. it was closed.. they went home.  However, the one gentleman who arranged the whole she-bang (please note that I suggested the location.. not his fault it did not work..) and I had exchanged cell numbers so once we figured out it was a bust, he called me.  The conversation basically went like this … “still thirsty?” said Jon. I said “ALWAYS”.   So we met for a drink.

@Jon_Aston and I have only talked through Twitter. Oh,  and we became Facebook friends. So we had some form of interaction. Which warranted a hug when we finally met.

We met at Fitzy’s.. and got some drinks. And exchanged histories.  The big “tweet up” became me and Jon sharing a couple of drinks. And a lot of great conversation (which means mostly me talking.. LOL) and just.. fun.

Good times. Good laughs.  And social interaction.Jon and I thought of an evil plan (I’m not an evil genius for nothing) to work Twitter to get others to come meet us for drinks next time… mostly posts about us going to strip clubs (my posts) and some other stuff I shouldn’t post (also mine…mostly about shooters and bad dancing and frolicking in fountains..).  Jon’s were about friendship and camraderie and the like. I am being kind. His wife might read this.

Regardless. Great chat. Great fun. And Mom… I think I made a new friend.

Life: All good
Love: I love making new friends
Pants: not that kind of post! for shame!
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