There's someone out there posing as me...and in this case, I'm OK with that. Let me explain.
Plenty of our friends and family are on Facebook so it's only natural that it keeps coming up in conversations. It's not that I spend much time there...I rarely post, but others do. We go to dinner with the gang and Bonnie and I will talk about something we learned on Facebook. Brad comes to visit and shares news of friends we watched grow up with him, all gleaned from Facebook. Even Wayne's dad checks it regularly so when he chats on the computer each night with Wayne, he mentions what these family members have been up to or poses questions relating to their posts.
All this left Wayne a little out of the loop...but not enough to join Facebook. Like me originally, he just wants to look at Facebook, not be on it. Enter the stolen identity. Well, it isn't really stolen as he asked if it would be OK to sign in on my page and I readily agreed.
So he's had a crash course in Facebook, although hardly from an expert. When he lamented the fact that much of what he read was from other scrapbookers and he didn't know them, I explained to him how I'd created lists, breaking down my friends into groups...SB friends (scrapbook friends), NSB friends (non-scrapbooking friends) and family. He could skip the scrapbookers and go to the lists where he was more likely to know someone. So that's what that stands for, he responded. I thought it meant So Boring and Not So Boring.
He's a lurker though. So if you "see" me on there and your instant messages aren't returned, it's safe to say it's my other identity who's checking out the Facebook scene.