Anyone else remember using Facebook to find out if your new crush was available?
I mean besides rating women, that was the initial purpose of FB.
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Ahem... MySpace.
This, 100%. Anyone in their mid-thirties will know just how great MySpace was for casual dating in your teens. It was back when the internet was still a wild west, and having a decent profile and an All-American Rejects song playing was enough to have women reach out.
Got two kisses from girls I would have never otherwise met at high school due to Myspace.
I got my heart broken bad by a girl I met on MySpace. Man, to be young again!
Make it happen, cap'n.
And the first thing I see is a 500 year old Thom York singing his heart out. :(
Exactly this. Myspace was great for meeting new people. They even let you search for people in a given area by age, gender, interests, etc. Facebook, from what I remember (deleted mine years ago), was actively hostile towards you meeting people on their site, to the point that if someone added you that had no mutual friends, the site would ask if you knew them in real life.
Ahem, ahem, my yearbook.