It turned out Pattie Boyd was in fact Mary. Not recognizing the name, and being a 14-year-old raised to believe that every internet stranger wanted to hurt me, I hit “decline.” Later that day, Mary logged on and casually asked if I had received her request. Opening the drop-down menu, I saw that “Pattie Boyd” wanted to be my friend. Within a few weeks, our daily emails led to a Facebook friendship.Ībout six months into my friendship with Mary, I logged onto Facebook one day after school and was greeted by the little red “1” of a pending friend request. She posted covers of their songs on YouTube, ran a Beatles fan blog on Tumblr, and in turn, got me to love the music of John, Paul, George and Ringo. With her, I felt like I could finally be myself. She was tall and lanky like me and enjoyed the nerdier things in life. but we quickly bonded during our first emails. It was a long-distance friendship - Mary was an East Coast American, and I lived in the U.K. The people were either dull, unresponsive or overly weird. So when a fellow social outcast, Mark, suggested we join the site to meet new people, I jumped at the opportunity.įor the first few months, the site was a nonstarter.
Those factors, combined with the mood swings of undiagnosed bipolar disorder, made me someone people didn’t have much interest in getting to know. I wasn’t popular at that age - scrawny, bespectacled and under the impression that I was attending school to learn things. It was a website that connected school-age pen pals around the world via email. In 2009, when I was 13, I made an account on.
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