So, BM sent me a friend request on Facebook years ago. I accepted because I didn't want to cause weird feelings among our mutual friends. But I go to his page maybe once or twice a year just for the heck of it. He, however, not only goes to my page and comments but apparently searches me out on other pages and comments on my posts, especially if they have anything to do with other guys or parties or anything fun.
For example, on separate occasions someone has said, "It's such-and-such a time in whatever year, what were you doing?" You've seen those, I'm sure. I usually answer, "Probably recovering from a hangover," "Trying to remember how I got home," "I don't know but I was probably still drunk." You get the idea. Every time I answer with something like that, he comments with something like, "I was probably right there with you" or "I helped get you that way."
And heaven forbid I have a "conversation" (is that what you call it on Facebook?) with a guy from college who he knows. He always, always inserts himself into it. Last time I wanted to say, "Not that it's any of your f'ing business but **** is gay. How did you not know?" I always want to sing Taylor's "We Are Never Getting Back Together" when he does that.
This is our college's 12th annual 80s Weekend, for all classes that graduated from '80 to '89. All kinds of fun stuff is always planned. Did I mention this is the 12th annual? How many has BM gone to in those dozen years? Zero. 0. None.
51 weeks ago, I started my new job, which is literally across the street from the university. That's where our mail is sent, and I have to go over to pick it up sometimes. Occasionally, I'll post a picture from building the PO is in. Or I'll stop somewhere on campus if I'm way too early for work and post a picture of that. (I live half an hour away and still don't always time it right.) So, he knows I'm on campus quite a bit.
Guess who is in town for 80s Weekend?
Coincidence? I don't mean to sound narcissistic, but I think not.