Okay. It's time. I have to come clean. I have a nasty little habit & it is called Google. If you have met me - and I mean even so much as randomly smiled at me on the street - I have Googled you by now.
I have often found myself hoping that the people I meet don't do the same thing to me. Although, as I went for a bit of a Google then it seems all evidence of said poetry is gone. I'm feeling a strange sense of loss!
I vowed I wouldn't do it when I started dating the subject of my last blog and I managed to actually hold off for a couple of months. It was all too much in light of the break up though & the very next day found me indulging in my guilty pleasure at the internet cafe. The fact that I didn't find a thing - not a single thing - was excessively odd (and believe you me, I tried every permutation of his name with all of my highly developed search engine skills). I have hence since decided that he must be an ASIO operative, in the Witness Protection Program, or just so not in this millenium!!
For here's the thing - everybody... EVERYBODY... in one way or another can be found on Google. It may not be useful information (such as a bucket load of angsty teen poetry courtesy of yours truly 
My Mum's all over Google. My Brother's spattered here and there. All of my friend's can be successfully Googled. The guy that owns the cafe near my house is on Google. My Grandpa is on Google. Even my Dad - technophobe extrodinairre - made it onto Google (even if it is his obituary). But not this guy... that's just plain wierd, don't you think? Not to mention no fun!
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