Sometimes Facebook creeps me out.
So, I was just at the Moth and while I was waiting for the show to begin I glanced at my inbox. I had an email from Facebook, asking me if I knew this guy named Dave. Turns out I did, because as it so happens he’s a producer at the Moth. And not only had I just been chatting with him minutes before Facebook sent the email, he was at that moment standing about ten feet away from me. I thought to myself, “Huh, that’s an interesting coincidence. I guess Dave and I know have some friends in common. Small world.”
But here’s the thing: After Dave and I become Facebook friends, it turns out we had no friends in common. Despite the fact that he’s a Moth producer, he doesn’t seem to talk about it on Facebook — and I don’t talk about the Moth that much either. And yet Facebook somehow knew that Dave and I were indeed people who knew each other, and it mentioned this to me right after I’d been chatting with him — in much the same way that a creepy guy at the ariport wants you to do something for him casually mentions he knows the bus your kids take to school.
I found it all a wee bit creepy.