You meet a guy, you get on really well, you kiss, you agree to go out one night next week. So far so great. However, in this technological age you don't simply wait until the date to find out what he's like. Oh no. Because we have Facebook, and therefore we have as much information as we can get out grubby little hands on (privacy settings allowing...).
So he 'adds' you, and rather than being overjoyed at the new virtual connection, you stalk, like a reclusive detective on one of those crime scene shows, every aspect of his life that he has chosen to project across the Internet. First up - basic info - checking the stuff he told you about himself was true (well a girl can't be too careful, you don't want to think your dating a 24 year old marketing exec with a thing for his Sunday football club to discover you're actually seeing a 20 year old public toliet cleaner with a thing for his Sunday train spotting club).
Next up, photos. And now this really is where technology has, in my opinion, started to kill old fashioned romance. Because in going through this guys photos I've seen things you aren't supposed to see before a first date. I've seen him drunk, being pranked by his friends, grabbing hold of slutty blonde girls in tasteless clubs, and a whole other host of senarios that I don't know him well enough to forgive. And the very worst thing for a new romance? His friends are hotter than he is. Ultimate disappointment.
The date is Friday, I'll let you know if it manages to rebuff the hits it's taken courtesy of Facebook.
