I like Facebook. My husband on the other hand, takes no part in it. He deleted his Facebook page some years ago when neighborhood kids, friends of our younger sons, wanted to be his "friend." It creeped him out, and he decided to de-activate his account. He didn't want to be that old guy who Facebook friended all the girls and boys in the neighborhood.
So we have this conversation the other day about a post I put up on Facebook in honor of our wedding anniversary:
Me: Did you see what I posted on Facebook about our anniversary?
Him: No. I never go on Facebook. Facebook and me don't get along.
Me: Well you should at least look at my page.
Him: I don't even know how to get to your page.
Me: You click on my author website, find the "F" icon on the sidebar, click it and it will take you right to my personal page.
Him: (saying nothing but looking puzzled and distressed)
Me: That way you can see what I'm up to.
Him: I'd rather just walk into the other room and see what you're up to.
This is what you call social media disconnect, or a failure to communicate through social media. It must be a good thing, since we've lasted 43 years without talking to each other on Facebook. I guess we won't start now. Especially since there's no way he will activate his account.
On our wedding day, August 13, 1970:
(We were not really as young as we look here, like about 14 don't you think? We were actually both 22, felt like we were so grown up and knew everything.)