In the past few months I’ve been back in contact with some surprising folks – of course, I sought many of them out, so maybe not that surprising to me. It all started on a little social network you might know called Facebook. On there I found “Heath,” “Eli,” “Leif” (although I’d already been somewhat in contact with him), “Paul,” and a few others who held less space on the pages of Loose Girl. I also found lots of the girlfriends, but I’ll get to that in a moment.
One of my favorite things to do has been sending messages on Facebook to various men, along with a friend request, that has gone something like this: “Hi. No idea if you even remember me, but I wrote a memoir called I Have Issues with Boys and Sex, and you’re in it!” Then I wait to see what they do. Some have been gracious. They clearly grew up. They can laugh at our shared past, or the fact that I wrote about it, and they seem to understand that – even though it isn’t fair; I fully admit that it isn’t – I wrote a memoir about me and they have a minimal role in that. When I say “some”, though, I only mean two.
Some were furious. Well, one started off as being super interested (in himself in a book) and felt I did a fair assessment of him, but wound up revealing that he was in fact enraged. The ones who are angry say they felt that way because they believed they were unprotected, that I included too many identifying details. I hear that. Really. Like I said, it isn’t fair that the secondary characters in memoirs get used for the purposes of the author. And I agree. I didn’t change enough identifying details for some. I should have. Lesson learned. It won’t happen again. But…there’s some narcissism here too. I mean, the book is about me, not them. What’s more, we’re talking about things that happened 15-20 years ago. My favorite was that one of them said I revealed his drug use… he still uses drugs! Everyone knows! Does he think he’s kidding anyone?
Two did not respond to me at all, but they friended me. Then one of them must have read the book, because a few months later, he removed me from his friend list.
Renewed contact with the women in the book has been almost solely positive. I’m happily good friends with “Rebecca” again, made peace with one of the “Jennifers”, and can now count a number of the unfairly named “blond girls” as supporters of my book. I also made a new friend – a woman who was previously engaged to one of the men I wrote about, and who contacted me on Facebook to say, “Your portrayal of him is exactly right, and he’s exactly the same today, maybe worse.” The only woman in the book who was angry, and for the same reason as those angry men mentioned above, was “Amy,” who wrote me an email that said, rather passively aggressively, I thought, “I do not take issue with your alteration of the facts of our shared past.However, I was surprised to read how much regret you seem to harbor towards our friendship and your obvious hostility towards me.” Then she asked me to change a certain identifying detail in future printings. Right. I’m sure my publisher will get right on that for you.