Is Social Networking Wrecking Your Love Life?

Last week, I received a letter from the wife of a man I was once “friends” with on Twitter. Emphasis on friends. There was nothing more to it than that. I had no romantic interest in him. I’ve had interest in some men, but not this one, or the other slabs of man-meat I’ve been accused of desiring.

The married man and I never exchanged phone numbers or even email addresses. I didn’t know where he lived, nor did I care. We were merely friendly on Twitter. He followed me, I didn’t seek him out, he followed me. He began tweeting me, not vice versa.

When I was on Twitter I tweeted with anyone. Little did I know that if I tweeted in reply to a married man I was apparently trying to break-up the marriage, wreck the home, destroy the fabric of family values and all that is sacred in America.

The letter from his wife? Curiously, it’s not the first time I’ve gotten hit with such delusional nonsense. Perhaps my way of engaging is more intense than other people. Actually there is no doubt about it, since my way of doing everything is often more intense than necessary, but that’s just how I am.
Intense, and intensely uninterested.

In her turbulent letter the wounded wife let me know that several months ago I severely hurt her and her marriage has yet to recover. Excuse me?
Nevermind that I was one of many women on Twitter who engaged in random tweetage with her hubby. And lest I forget, did I mention the part about having no clue where he lived, never calling or emailing him? Yet she claimed, that because of me, her marriage was still shaky and near collapse.
Say what?

As I said, this isn’t the first such hallucination I’ve been notified of in email or on Twitter or had heatedly posted to my Facebook wall. And all of these fanciful interludes have come via a wildly imaginative wife of an unattractive, lonely male who spends more time in cyberspace than with his family. That’s my fault, right?
In all cases, my attraction to these men = none. Even after a vat of hardcore booze, no attraction.

Tweeting is not “romance,” and even if someone is deluded into thinking so, does any of it amount to anything? Not in my universe, no. It’s not a “relationship,” it’s called “procrastination,” and once everyone gets a damn job, it’s over.

I feel like posting her letter here, but I won’t. I believe that deep in her heart she actually thinks, just as the handful of other women think, I had something to do with “something.” She’s mistaken, but I’ll keep her name and the other names out of it, although I doubt they’d do the same for me.

Me, the evil marriage wrecker… One tweet from Christina Kingston and your whole relationship crumbles. Yep, 140 characters from me and all those long walks on the beach with the one you love is destroyed, gone, nose-diving you straight into divorce court!

If I have that kind of power via a few words, wow, I sure wish it’d transfer to my bank account.

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