Remember that time when my college daughter mentioned a guy who asked her out on a date
and said that he used to live in our stake in Virginia
and did I remember his parents
and remember how I did what any social media savvy parent would do
and sneakily looked him up on Facebook so I could see who she was talking about
and see whether I recognized his parents
and I might have clicked through a few pictures
and read a few statuses
and then a few hours later I got an email saying he had accepted my friend request
that I must have inadvertently, very unstealthily and clumsily clicked on while Facebook stalking him?
Yeah, that was an embarrassing, whoopsie daisy Mom moment.
(Thankfully L just laughed. I'm going to stealthily unfriend him, though, bless his good sport heart.)