Another Reason To Love Facebook

When I was in college I spent my summers working at Immigration. The summer between my junior and senior year was the best summer of them all because I met Cathi-Sad. That was merely her nickname (I’m big in giving people nicknames). She called me Jane-Quon. It was a VERY fun summer with her – she went to Radford in Virginia while I was at Gardner-Webb in North Carolina. She was a big party girl, I was somewhat tame in comparison.

By early summer I turned 21 (and spent the evening hanging out with her and having a GREAT time although that evening permanently turned me off ever drinking Southern Comfort again). That next semester when I got back to school I made sure about halfway through the semester to drive to Radford for a fun weekend with Cathi-Sad. I went to some big frat party (she was a little sister to the frat) and had a blast with her friends.

That summer I found out a guy I had gone out with once had also asked out one of my best friends and I got all melodramatic and sent him a scathing letter at her insistence. I now regret sending that letter, although I am fortunate to still be friends with him today after finding him online years later and apologizing profusely for my misplaced anger. After all – we literally went out ONCE. As in ONE TIME. Who was I to be upset that he then asked someone else out? *lol* What can I say – I was young, an idiot, and Cathi-Sad wanted to revenge my honor through my letter.

So today, on a total whim, I looked her up. The initial search came up empty, as it has over the years when I’ve thought about her. But then I realized I have been misspelling her name all this time, so I tried again. When her name popped up AND showed she lived in DC – I knew I had found my Cathi-Sad. I promptly emailed her through Facebook to ask her if she was indeed my Cathi-Sad and within 2 minutes she wrote back and and said she was indeed that woman!

How great is that? I LOVE Facebook.