The same person who encouraged me to
start my own blog swore to me that I had to be on MySpace
and Facebook.
These social networking sites have become as necessary as a cell phone for
anyone under the age of 30, especially for single folks looking to meet other
single folks. But I’m much closer to 40 than to 30, and I can’t imagine they’ll
even let me on.

I guess the fears that keep me off the
social networking sites are the same ones that keep me out of bars at happy
hour. I’ve tried looking available in a bar a few times, but I either feel like
a school counselor assigned to chaperone a party or a reporter doing a story on
“The Life Cycle of a One-Night Stand.” A couple of times I brought along a book
or a journal so I didn’t look like a lady at a bar waiting for something to
happen. I ended up looking like a bookworm with a drinking problem, perhaps.
Anyway, I’m not good at the bar scene.

I’m determined, however, to jump into the
social networking parade. I’m actually a technology nut and an early adopter of
every new gadget. I Skype. I blog. I Blackberry.
I Evite.
I track my runs with GPS and upload them to Nike+. I teach computer courses, for gosh
sakes.  Why am I afraid of MySpace?