Some time back I got a friend request off someone with the same name as me. My surname is particularly rare – I can trace my lineage to everyone I've ever met with the same name – and my Christian name isn't particularly common.
This guy had just searched for his own name, found me and thought it would be nice to add me. We had a bit of banter, worked out how we were distantly related by marriage, and I thought it would be fine to have my only namesake in the world as a friend.
It turned out he was a raging homosexual, into piercings and tats, but hey, I'm broadminded.
Then he started accidentally tagging my name instead of his own in drunken photos – again, not a problem, just untagged them.
I decided to delete him when I got a text message off a female client asking if it was really me that was tagged in that horric video involving blood-soaked anal play and a pellet gun; and if it had hurt much and had I recovered!!!
I'm a little more selective now.