Story Part I

Over the past year, I have made some friends in the blogosphere. For the first time last year, I met one of them in person since he seemed harmless and was new to the area. Our discussions revolved around blogging, to no surprise. One day, we were chatting about "loyal readers", AKA "top stalkers secret admirers". He was at the top of the list, since he read my blog, among others, like a newspaper every morning. Unlike most, he actually would leave me comments, so it wasn't really stalking.

The rest of my Top Stalkers Secret Admirers usually never leave me a comment, which could be considered stalking, albeit harmless or passive. I mentioned some of the usernames to his friend, which sparked a discussion. Some of their friends read my site. Based on the username, I thought it was a boy. I found out it was a girl, not a boy. He also told me that she hates me. "Why would she hate me?," I asked innocently. I never had met this girl, she lives on the other side of the country (according to my handy-dandy site meter). Apparently, she liked him, but the feeling was not mutual. Honestly, he was only a friend to me, but we had a falling out one time, so now we are no longer friends. To this day, she continues to read my site daily, sometimes multiple times in a day while she's at work.

Hate is a strong word. I can be wrong, but I won't know unless she speaks up. In the grand scheme of life, it doesn't really matter, but it makes for an interesting story. She will be reading this post too. Doesn't it suck to read about yourself? This is my blog and I can write what I want. I'm not revealing anything distinguishable- no names, no company name, no address. You may ask: Why I am blogging about this? Read Story Part II.