Have you ever made a mistake and then when you tried to dig yourself out of the hole you just made it worse? Me too.
It happens a lot actually, so let me tell you the latest faux pas. Basically, I was trying to find a picture of my red wall for a blog post. I couldn’t, so went to Hubby’s Facebook page because I thought he had a shot or two that I could download.
I’m on his page and instead of clicking “Photos” I must have hit “Friends.” Now, I’m not the type of wifey who stalks her husband’s page. I know, you have no reason to believe me, but I swear I’m not. Well, I suppose not until now.
I, however, will admit to being a FB stalker, but I mostly stalk my friends who are juggling so much that I find reading about them inspiring.
Anyway, the top person on the page was Jan*, his cousin’s wife who was very, very, very helpful to me during the craziness of our wedding.
What? Jan* and I aren’t yet friends on Facebook? How is that possible? Well, shoot, let me send her a friend request, I’d love to reconnect. As I’m clicking the “Add Friend” button, I thought: She sure does look different… Meh, it’s probably an Instagramed filter.
Why is there a sense of clarity that’s tied to the send button? Right after you hit send, you’re gobsmacked with a revelation?
My moment of clarity revealed that the reason the profile pic didn’t look like Jan was because it wasn’t Jan. It was Jane, Hubby’s ex-girlfriend.
Oh. My. God. I panicked. I went downstairs to tell my mother-in-law because I figured she knew Jane and would tell me not to worry, I wouldn’t look like a crazed and insecure wifey who stalks her Hubby and his friends.
But when I told my Mum, she just said: “Oh NO!” and a look of horror crossed her face. That’s when I really panicked. I flew upstairs to my computer and sent Jane a message:
Hi there! I’m sooo sorry that I just sent you that friend request. That must have been awkward to receive one from me. I swear I clicked on the wrong button, so no need to feel obligated to confirm me as a friend.
Then my panicked mind wondered if I sounded like a jerk by telling her not to confirm me. So I added:
However, that being said, if you wanted to confirm the request, that’s fine too. Have a great day!
Ugh. How uncool is that?
Since I was already uncomfortable, I decided to tell my Facebook family what I did. At the very least maybe my ridiculousness would brighten someone else’s day. And boy did it.
That status update elicited hilarious responses of similar epic fails, advice on when to shut up and how to rescind a friend request.
So we all waited… Would she accept?
Finally, I got my answer. She accepted and sent me a note:
No worries at all or any reason to feel awkward- I don’t! I could be a good future reference if you ever need info on a Norwegian woman’s view on living in the USA or if you ever move to Norway.
So yeah, she was totally gracious, practical and kind, which is just like all the other Norwegians I know. Meanwhile I continue to uphold the stereotype of the crazy American.