pitfalls of facebook

i was sitting in english class yesterday, "introduction to the major," while the class was discussing the book we were reading. tired, i began slowly zoning out. i slightly perked up at the word facebook, and turned my attention back to my professor.

an older, long-bearded, spectacle wearing man.he was going on about his facebook, and how he was on it last night, when out of the blue he bellows

"actually, i saw you!"

i jerk in my seat. he has one long arm and his pointer finger stretched out and is pointing, well, in my approximate direction.

i look behind me then in front of me, confident that it was not me he had just made eye contact with when he said that.

he repeats, re-jutting the arm and finger.
"yeah! i saw you!"

there is no mistake. he's addressing me.

"me?" i quaver.

"yeah! you! i was checking you out!"

i cringe at those damning words. the class erupts in laughter. i try to keep imminent embarrassment at bay. it doesn't work.

"oh?" i quiver.

"oh, i wasn't checking you out" he says goodnaturedly, too late. "but i did see you!"

still, i'm not quite sure how he saw me or even if it was me he saw. if it was me, he would have seen a picture of the lower half of my face and top half of my torso in a red dress with every inch of my open skin pasted with many bright and gaudily glittered tattoos. somehow, i doubt he saw this. or perhaps it's just wishful thinking on my part.