for those about to rock

dear girl that i talked to like a year ago on friendster and swear i am NOT stalking,

hi,

i saw you checked my profile the other day. no doubt you did so after you noticed i took a look at yours.

since our awkward online negotiations to actually meet face-to-face fizzled out a year ago, i can imagine that it must've been somewhat off-putting to see my face pop up on your page the other day.

allow me, then, to repeat myself: i am NOT stalking you, not that friendster could be used as a legitmate tool of the stalk trade anyways. besides, i've seen way too many lifetime network movies, and would like to think that if i ever did decide to do some serious stalking, i would take to heart the lessons implicit in the undertakings of tom kurlander and his ilk.

truth be told, i was bored at work on a saturday and looked through all the old messages from friends and strangers alike that i still have stored on the service (some go back over two years; i'm terribly lax when it comes to e-housekeeping). when i came upon yours, i took a look at your profile to remember what had first piqued my interest and spurred me on to contact you so long ago.

maybe i'm the one that's putting too much stock in what boils down to simple curiosity on your part as well, and am projecting forth summarily from a paranoid impulse.

but hey, i guess that's how it works sometimes when you're dealing with an abstract and sometimes ambiguous form of communication. meaning and intent are easily misconstrued on the internet. in this sense, perhaps we are both victims of the paradoxical and inevitable human disconnect of our technological age, and of the way it has complicated communication as it has strove to streamline and simplify it.

hell, i can't even make sense of that last sentence, and i'm the one that wrote it. maybe this is a good place to stop.

late,
-j

posted by jomilkman @ 7:12 AM