Bzzzzt.
Game over.
Well, that was quick.
I'm thinking: I was Googled. And you know, the internet is just a wonderful, wonderful thing. But sometimes you wish that you could make information available at your own pace. Like, you know, later.
Aagh, who am I kidding? I'm just frustrated because, once again, there are not going to be any more kisses.
What does a person have to do to ensure a steady supply of the kisses? Why is this so hard to come by?
[Addendum: You know, it's really more about the abundant supply of undeployed affection that I have. You'd think there'd be someone out there who wouldn't mind being on the receiving end of it. Why does this reciprocal exchange so consistently elude me?]
Labels: social life
posted by Pascale Soleil @ 12:39 AM
9 Comments:
Do you need a new pseudonym?
No, I need a new REAL NAME. :P
Or I need to remain a woman of mystery until such time as I'm willing to put all my cards (as it were) on the table.
Google...pesky bugger.
Sorry Pascale.
Shelley
Well, whatever might have happened, I was glad to see your comment on my latest post. Made this cold, blustery day a little warmer and friendlier. Thanks!
So he decided he didn't like you because he Googled you and found you? His loss, not yours, though I know that's no consolation.
Anyway, grrr...
Shannon's right, you know. And I'd LOVE to have a name like Pascale Soleil!
You folks are all really nice. Thanks for the supportive comments.
But what did Google find that scared him off, Pascale? Your lewd Craigslist Personals photos? Your arrest record on thesmokinggun.com? A macarena video from the last gay wedding you attended? Your high school valedictory speech? What?
He wouldn't have been looking for me as "Pascale Soleil."
And I suspect what he would have found is my business site and resume. From which he would have determined, among other things, that I have many more years to my name than he may have expected. I did mention that he was YOUNG, didn't I?
The reason I think that's what happened is that he made reference to my Ivy league education. Which I'm quite sure I never mentioned to him.
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