an_oud_girl, maybe you should just pick a better basketball team to support than Florida.
I am a little worried that my eyes first drifted to the Jo Malone ad before settling on the live basketball schedule in the original post. I may have to go to a strip club and indulge in some late-night barbecue to sort myself out...
If pressed to offer comment, I would suggest that perhaps the Internet just makes it easier for everyone to be creepier than they already are. Whether it is a Google server farm in god-knows-where or just pervy Quagmire next door, there is always someone or something watching (or at least, someone or something who would like to).
A strange thing happened to me Tuesday. Though I was in an oblivious rush to get to a class I was already running late for, I did notice a very attractive young lady walking towards me. She smiled, and as we passed each other, she softly uttered a familiar "Hey". The strange part: I am almost certain that I have never met this girl before in my life. I have a semi-photographic memory (don't ask), I never forget names, and I never drink enough to blackout but I am utterly bumfuzzled--and more than a little intrigued--by this mystery woman.
The point, you ask? Well, if I actually had a Facebook account, I am pretty sure I could eventually track her down with some elbow grease. My purpose would be genuine; I merely want to know her name and why she seems to think we know one other. But the dark side of Facebook, and every other Internet application that aggregates and disseminates personal information, is pretty frickin' dark. Everyone becomes a peeping tom, and all of a sudden, you start finding out things about random people you didn't know and things about those you do know that you wish you hadn't.
As it is, I keep my *actual
* friends very close and everyone else...well, at a friendly distance. I mostly use the Internet to follow European football, order apparel, and now purchase cologne samples and bottles. Probably the most objectionable thing I do online is make bad jokes on Internet fragrance forums. So even though I will intentionally be late for my class next Tuesday on the off-chance that this shrouded woman may show herself again, I swear--I'm not a creep.