So, yeah, I've been doing the dating thing now for about 6 months. It's been...interesting, to say the least. In this time I've learned quite a few things about dating and men in general, and I thought that I'd impart my new-found wisdom to my beloved Monkey Barners.
Today's lesson: Cyber-stalking
Yeah, it can be a little weird to Google someone (and I love the fact that the word 'Google' is now used as a verb, by the way) because it can make you feel kind of like a psycho. So I went on a date with this guy I'll refer to as 'Emo Glasses' and I didn't bother to do the appropriate Google search.
The date went OK, but Emo Glasses never called me back. That's cool, I think he was a little too chaotic for me anyway. However, out of sheer boredom the next day, I did a post-date Google...and found his Livejournal. (As a side note, don't be an idiot and use your real name in your Livejournal, people. Duh.)
His Livejournal seemed to be devoted to a girl named Ingrid and how much he hated her. Apparently, he'd taken her out a few times and the only thing she had to offer for conversation was how many times she'd gotten drunk with her friend. (How old was this girl, anyway? 19?) So after a few months (yes, months) she dumped him and he proceeded to tear her apart in his Livejournal, even making up a completely terrible poem about the experience and then sending said poem to the girl. And he documented it all for posterity in his online journal. Under his real name.
...And this, my dear friends, is why you should always Google someone before embarking upon any sort of quasi-romantic excursion, at the very least. If you can dig through their trash or hire a private investigator, that's even better. His journal read like a spurned eyeliner-wearing, Bauhaus-loving Gothy highschooler and not a guy who is in his thirties. Two minutes at my trusty home computer could have saved me wasting an evening with this dork. Gah.
But the worst part is that now I've been checking his damn journal every few days to see if he'd written anything about me. (So far, no, but there could be a resentful haiku about me posted any time now).