Barb’s Burblings

I was on the Metro back from Gallery Place this afternoon, and I found myself sitting in front of a guy trying to hit on a girl. The whole thing was insanely entertaining. She apparently attends Catholic University, which she described as having a lot of land, because it “[isn't] in DC. It’s, like, just outside, and it’s called DC, but we have a lot of land.” Apparently this girl isn’t much into geography, because it isn’t “just outside” DC, it’s still in DC. True, it’s pretty close to the Maryland border, but…it’s in the District. She should take a look at the license plates of the cars around campus.
The two keep talking. “So, what’d you wind up doing last night?” the girl asked the guy, who is apparently from Philadelphia. “I went to, um, M Street? I think it’s part of Georgetown?” “Oh yeah,” the girl said. “They have good bars there. Georgetown’s cool.” They agreed on this.
Awkward pause. Discussion of the fact that she works at Starbucks. And has a lot of espresso when she works there. Discussion of her liking Washington.
Then, the inevitable. Guy: “So, I can look you up on Facebook?” Girl: “No, I’m not on Facebook. I’m a politics major, so I don’t want people to find anything there. I don’t have a MySpace, or Twitter, or anything. I mean, people can tag you and it’s such a hassle. And I don’t want that out there.” I mean, I can understand her concern, and it’s a shame that more Kids These Days don’t have a better grasp of what should and shouldn’t be available on the Internet. On the other hand…it isn’t that big of a hassle. And there are privacy settings and stuff.
The biggest burn was still to come, though. She mentions her name, which is pretty generic–enough that he could Google her, but wouldn’t be able to find her. So he asks whether there’s a way to get in touch with her. And she totally shoots him down. And then gets off the Metro. (In fairness, it was the Brookland/CUA stop.) Harsh, but dang if I wasn’t amused.