dating in the Facebook era

I've always been opposed to being facebook friends with someone you're dating or trying to date. I feel like guys these days meet you, ask for your number, find out your last name, and then they friend request you on facebook. I think it is just way too much info up front and, just like reading someone's blog without knowing the person, I think you can get a very inaccurate impression of someone. My facebook profile apparently makes me seem like a "party girl." Yes, I do enjoy life, and yes, I drink quite a lot (hey, I'm a writer!) and there's a whole lot more to me. I mean, I'm not posting albums of the hours I spend editing at the computer. Or my nights when I'm snuggled up on the couch, sipping hot cocoa and watching a good movie. Or my time I spend volunteering at the children's orphanage. Ok, I don't volunteer. But I think about it alot. And I'm not posting the pictures of me thinking. See what I'm saying here?

This weekend I met a super hot guy who was a friend of a friend. I'll confess, I wanted to know more about him, and I am guilty of facebook snooping. For almost an hour. I found him on our mutual friend's friend list. I texted Bionic Woman to tell her this.

N: Gah! I found him on facebook!
BW: Oooh yeah? Anything good?
N: Oh man he looks so hot in his pictures!
N: You think I should friend him? Ha.
BW: absofreakinlutely NOT!
BW: Do NOT friend him!
N: Are you secretly saying that I should?
BW: In what way does that sound like I'm telling you to friend him???
N: So...
BW: So help me god...if you friend him...
N: OK, ok.
N: Wow, he's super hot.
N: Oh wow. His ex girlfriend is really pretty.
BW: How do you know it's his ex?
N: Cause I know that he's single and in the pic it says she's his girlfriend. Sherlock Holmes over here.
BW: haha.
N: Oh wow. He's been to Italy.
N: Wow he's actually traveled through Europe.
N: He takes really good pictures.
N: Oh, he's a smoker.
N: He's kinda hairy.
N: We're the same age.
N: Damn, he's hot.
N: He's got really great style. And really hot friends.
N: omg he's perfect.
N: Oooh hot tattoo in his inner bicep.
N: He makes really funny photo comments.
N: Damn, his ex is really pretty.
BW: Wow, you found all this out in the time it took me to make a sandwich.
BW: I still think his hair is fake. I didn't see scalp.
N: It's not fake. I see pics of his hair blowing in the wind in Italy.
N: Wow, he flies planes.
N: And he went to Georgetown.
N: He's so out of my league.

So what do I do now? Bionic Woman would personally come over and delete my facebook account and then hit me over the head with my laptop if I friend him.