The internet is fucking amazing. I've been using it for over 10 years, and it still impresses me.

So, what mischief did I engage in tonight to bring you this little blurb?

Well, being bored as hell tonight at the radio station and having caught up on some e-mails, I went hunting. As in: old friends/ex-crush/ex-fiancee hunting. Some call it "E-stalking". I'm pretty good at it. spookydoom13 should tell you about the time I e-stalked her brother's girlfriend. I suppose people should be scared...

First, I found a site for a real estate company in Nevada which MAY employ my old friend "Sara". We never actually dated, but we were very close in the last couple years of high school, and we stayed in touch until about 5 years ago. I'd half-heartedly tried to find her time and again through google, etc., but I guess this time I put in the right search terms.

A friend or two of mine may remember "Wendy". Disaster prom date #1. She's just disappeared. I'm convinced of this. Just as well. But I'm still curious.

"Christen", disaster prom date #2, lives out in Cali somewhere and is doing theatre down there. Not sure if it's professional or community, but theatre was how the two of us met way back when. I have no intention of getting in touch with her. Just curious to see what had become of her.

Finally, with the help of the almighty "MySpace.com", I was able to finally determine what has become of my ex-fiancee, "Rebecca".

Not sure why, but I've been curious about what had become of her for a while. I certainly realize that marrying her would have just been a HUGE mistake. I would not be in Pennsylvania, I would not be in radio, I would likely not have some of the friends I have now (particularly female ones), and I would likely be having a child or two about now. And, most importantly, I would not be with the ravishing, brilliant, and otherwise yummy Ms. Rachel.

So, what did I learn about the ex?

I learned that she married a gent named Clint on May 11, 2005, a little less than 3 months before the Great Hunker Excursion. She still has her address as "Orland Park", so either they moved somewhere close to her parents, or they actually live upstairs in her parents' house. *shrug*.

There was also a comment posted in the late summer from her little sister on the blog that said she was creating a myspace account for the ffffeeetus. Or some such spelling.

Rebecca had always told me she wanted to have a child by 28. And, if I'm adding 1 and 1 correctly here, it appears that she will succeed (if it hasn't already happened).

One concern, though, was when you go looking for these things you never know what to expect from yourself. So, what was my reaction?

I genuinely smiled.

I was a bit surprised, not much, but I was honestly happy for her. I was also tempted to send her a note to congratulate her and tell her that I was also happy in what has come my way on the road of life. I did not, and I never will. What good could really come of it? It could be nothing but awkward and probably a bit freaky for her.

If she ever wonders about me, she can find me the way I found her (or something similar), or she can e-mail me herself, right?

I think the biggest revelation in this whole thing is my own reaction. And I'm proud of me. I thought there might be some frustration, perhaps because she got hooked before I did, or some other stereotypical thing. And maybe it would have been that way were I not so happy with the way my own life has been going.

Not much that's deep here in this entry. Only the discovery that I am not as quite shallow as I had feared.

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Other stuff, off to Chicago tomorrow! Rachel and I will be meeting up with a couple of friends of ours, including the lovely and talented redhotannie and her escort kemroll, and the dazzling temptress TerDawCip, aka acopperpenny.

In the meantime, I'll have laundry (and packing) to do. We'll be back at this lj thing upon our return, I should think.

Hmm...I may try that number from the real estate website and see if the voicemail is Sara's. I KNOW Sara would be happy to get back in touch...