The strangest Facebook friend request thus far

I was a Facebook "early adopter" inasmuch as I created a profile in late 2004 or early 2005 so that I could do recon on the undergrads I was supposed to be spotlighting in the marketing publications that I worked on at the time.* Back then, I could see pretty much anyone's profile, provided they attended the university where I work. Mostly, I needed to make sure that none of their profile photos included gravity bongs** and that none of their personal information said anything to the effect of "HITLER WAS RIGHT" or "Embrace Jesus as your personal savior or suffer His wrath." If they passed on both counts, they became a Maybe. If they had academic honors or a special scholarship, they became a Yes. And if they were "diverse" in addition to that, we basically dispatched a limo to go pick them up and bring them in for an interview. Because that's how the world works. My own profile was entirely blank, no photo, nothing. I would periodically get friend requests from old college friends, but I'd ignore them, because that's not what I was there for. Now I'm on Facebook every day. I do not remain in contact with too many high school or college friends. (You needn't wonder why.) I've blocked a lot of people. (Look: I'm not up to anything interesting. You're not missing out, okay?) Friday night, I came down with a 102° fever, lower GI nastiness, muscle aches, general malaise, etc. I lay on the couch, wrapped in the amazingly warm and strange blanket my in-laws gave us for Christmas, watching Tivo'd episodes of Tabatha's Salon Takeover. (What.) At some point, I checked my email. Work stuff, sale at Rugs USA, and a Facebook Friend Request from my first unrequited high school crush. I was momentarily startled, but also quite delirious, so I promptly forgot about it and went back to sweating, self-pity, and concern that the salon in Palmdale was just plain unsalvageable, Tabatha or no.