Three Day Facebook Rule?
This is a pretty light subject, but I’m actually kind of interested in it.
I was at the bar last Tuesday night for Cinco de Mayo. The bars themselves were nothing special, but that didn’t take away from my undeniable ability to intoxicate myself beyond belief. Somewhere between the many fuzzy memories I have from that night, I somehow manage to have a distinct recollection of a conversation I had with a girl whom, in light of the previous post, we’ll refer to as Kansas City, or KC. It went something like this (I cleaned it up to get just the main points of the conversation across. I’m not trying to explain to everyone how slurred and obnoxious my speech becomes when I’m near black-out.):
BS: I didn’t know there was a photo shoot here tonight.
KC: We always take tons of pictures at the bar. We have to remember it somehow!
Her friend sees us talking and immediately decides we all have to take a picture together.
BS: You don’t want me in your pictures. You’ll have no idea who I am tomorrow.
KC: That’s why they invented names. What’s yours?
BS: Bill Sullivan, and you?
KC: Kansas City. I’ll add you on Facebook tomorrow so I can tag you in the pictures.
BS: Are you even allowed to do that? Isn’t there some kind of three day rule so you don’t seem too desperate?
KC: What?
BS: You meet a random guy at the bar and exchange names. If he requests your friendship right away the next morning, do you immediately think something of it?
KC: I mean, I guess I hadn’t thought about it, but I guess you’re right. I’d definitely think, “Whoa, buddy”.
BS: What happens if he waits a long time, like a week or more?
KC: I’d probably think he either just ran across my name or my picture or something and remembered me, or, I guess yeah that he was horny one night looking for a piece of ass.
BS: Exactly, so when would it be okay for him to friend you without giving out any bad signals?
KC: You’re good. I guess 3 days and I wouldn’t really think anything of it.
About then I got pulled back to the bar for more tequila shots with my buddy and a girl I found out later was Kansas City’s twin sister.
This is my question: Really? At first, I was half-kidding, assuming my comment was just a dumbass theory almost identical to the “Three Day Rule” as defined on Urban Dictionary: “A rule used by douchebag guys who think that waiting three days after a date to call means that the girl will want them more, when really it just pisses them off.” I never thought she’d so readily agree with me. Do most girls really think like this, or was she just another dumb broad at the bar? Anyone have any thoughts? Please shed some light on this with a comment.
I think three days is a good rule. I get a little freaked out if someone adds me RIGHT away.