I’ve talked before about the Never-Really-Was-My-Girlfriend. She called last week because her mom saw my grandpa’s obit in the paper. I was a little harried when the phone rang, so I forgot to avoid the call. I let her talk at me for a while.
We’ve reached the point where we have nothing to say to each other except to talk about old times. Actually, I might have something more to say to her if I cared enough to ask her how she’s doing.
Anyway, I got an email from her a couple days later entitled “good ol’ fashioned web-surfing…” I panicked because I thought she might have come across this site. I don’t really know how she could have because I’m pretty sure you can’t get here by googling my full name.* And, you know, I’ve talked about her in less than flattering terms. I don’t think she’s so stupid that she couldn’t figure it out.
But the email wasn’t about this site. It was about — get this — a math professor we had our freshman year.
*It turns out you can get here by googling my name. Anybody know if there’s a way I can get that to go away?





