Many of you have added my “Ginny Montanez” profile as a friend on facebook, and as you’ll notice, I haven’t accepted those requests. It has nothing to do with me not wanting to be your friend. It has everything to do with the fact that my last status said this:
It has to do with the fact that my sisters and my high school and college friends like to post very unflattering pictures of me looking like any of the following: Pocahontas as a 6-year-old, a pudgy curly-haired dork with Ken Rice eyebrows, wearing almost black lipstick, or a teenager with glasses dancing with her teenage crush, the pastor’s son, who is looking around like he’d rather be anywhere else than dancing with her while she basically has stars in her eyes and what looks like a Webkinz glued to the side of her head (Tina Fey’s description of it) all the while wearing the most hideous blue taffeta and lace creation in the history of dresses.
NONE of those are Halloween costumes by the way. Just my old dorky, nerdy, pudgy self.
So, to sum up, the reason I keep my “Jane Pitt” friends separate from those friends that I have grown up with is because, well, I’m not ready to take the mystery out of our relationship.
Maybe someday, but for now, here’s a taste of what I don’t want you to see: