Unplanned Internet stalking, even of yourself, is a mistake.
When you randomly decide to Google yourself one day after lunch because you ate too much mediocre chicken salad and felt that a 20 minute digestion break was completely necessary for your afternoon’s productivity, do not be surprised to find a sea foam green-tinted photo of your blotchy, 20-year-old, college ambassador self. No wonder somebody couldn’t get a date.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
