No, No, We've Met

Next to Halloween my favorite holiday of the year is Fake Paddy's Day. At K-State, St. Patrick's Day is during Spring Break, so our local bars host Fake Paddy's Day, the Saturday before Spring Break. The beer is green and ready around six in the morning. My sophomore year I attended my first Fake Paddy's and had a great time, with the exception of one individual. I was tagging along with the campus radio station, handing out t-shirts and what not. One gentleman had brought his ill at ease frat brother with him. The guy was creeper extreme, kind of huddling outside the conversations, but not really doing a good job of involving himself. He kept smiling at my friend Tara and I, looked like he was going to say something, and then thought better of it.

Tara and I began taking pictures of each other and our surroundings. We both looked up and creeper was holding a camera in our direction. We both had deer in the headlights looks and then turned away. I didn't think he got a picture, but turns out I was wrong.

The next year I was taking a constitutional law class, and wouldn't you know, creeper was in my class. I ignored him, though he tried to catch my eye. About a week into class he adds me on facebook. I didn't even know his name until then, since we had never talked. Before adding him, I took a look at his facebook photos. In one of his albums was a picture of Tara and I in the middle of looking away. Not only had he taken the picture, he proceeded to post it on his facebook! The following e-mails ensued:

Me: Hi, I don't mean to be rude, but seeing as I don't know you, I would appreciate it if you would remove that picture of me from your facebook photo album. It makes me uncomfortable having my picture displayed on your site, especially since I clearly was not aware it was being taken. Thanks.

Evan

August 27 at 9:05pm

Sure, no biggie.

Evan:
August 27 at 10:13pm

Oh, and we met on Fake St. Patrick's Day last year at the 91.9 thing. We're also in Con Law together which is what dredged up your name for me.

Ooookay, you following behind the group that I am in does not mean we met. I never talked to this guy, and he had to have asked my name from someone else. Apparently he was a little confused as to the meaning of "met."

Moral of the Story:
Taking someone's picture without their knowledge does not make the two of you friends. I know the paparazzi would disagree, but this is not Hollywood.