Winning popularity contests was never really my cup of tea. I remember this one time back in college, there was this girl I never really talked to, she used to hang out with the snooty printmakers. I don’t know what it was about her, other then she always used to look at me from the corner of her eye. Later, I went to Italy to study abroad and there was this girl again. I found out her name was Anise and a week into the trip, she takes me aside on our charter bus and says,

“You know I never really liked you, because from afar you looked like you wore eyeliner. I thought you were one of those freaky eyeliner wearing guys.”

That, in my opinion, is a hard comment to A defend and most importantly B admit. After the confession we became good friends and used to hang out at the local bar swapping stories, while drinking too much grappa. I later, with help of friends, saved her ass under the Eiffel tower.

Secret service style! or so I’d like to think.

“Disagree with me, tell me I’m wrong, show me the light, but by all means don’t read me and get upset without telling me publicly or privately that I offended you..”

statement to heart.

Thing is– I agree with her.

Well, I think you’re a fool and a coward.

That’s all, funtimeb.

Painful- That is why I stopped visiting or commenting on her site. I realized I was unwelcome in her life and her weblog.

That’s all folks.

I used to read her blog, but one day she posted that she had found this great guy and I commented “I’m glad you are happy.” Which I meant as a heartfelt comment… This didn’t make her happy, so to spare her feelings and give her space, I stopped commenting on her site and stopped visiting it. I haven’t checked it since.

If you had a blog, I would certainly read it. I love reading people’s sites. I have a pathetic list of sites on mine that I keep short only because long lists bore me. I can never find cool people on long lists. I read various people every day I’m online and if you told me about it, sure I would read it.

My favorite activity is finding a site I haven’t seen for a while and reading what that person has been up to. It feels like a small town on my computer…

“I’m just going down to the general store to see Dooce, then over to the hardware store to visit KDunk… I wonder how good old Sean is doing. oh, and can’t forget Heather, I haven’t visited her in a while.”

Do you read your ex’s blog?

If I had a blog, would you read it?