So in my obsessive search through my referrer logs, I discover The Bitch Girls, a multiauthor blog from a secret location at a haughty northeastern university…and they’re bright. interesting, and funny as hell.
…so do any of you guys ever make it down to VA where the Biggest Guy is in school?…
…and what does it mean that I’m trolling for my son rather than myself?? It’s some weird sign of aging or something…
…during the post-divorce Dating Flurry(tm), I happened to go out with a few of the young dot-commies that I’d met on projects.
That ended when I was at a bar with one who, when asked, explained that she was almost twenty-five. I started thinking, “Hmmm, she and Biggest Guy would get along…she’s a little old for him, but…” and immediately started feeling like a very creepy old guy…you know, the ones you see in ‘decent’ restaurants with young overdressed women who are obviously not their daughters.
Sigh. Now I’m not sure if I should feel highly moral or depressed.