Google - The Poor Man's P.I.

So I decided to google my past relationships. Well, not the “relationship” per se, but the other person in it.

Unfortunately, most of the people I’ve been involved with have fairly common names, but I may have found my first non-coital sexual partner. I was 15, he was 18. His parents thought I was a good influence on him, my mom actually evaded, then defied a police officer one night after she had to pick myself and some friends up from his friend’s house after the busses stopped running (we ignored the schedule!). I sent him an email asking if he worked at the Sweet Factory in Westlake Mall in 1992-93. Waiting for a reply.

Then I tried to find this guy I mentioned in my freshman year journal; he had been this Mormon guy I met while we were both counselors at a camp for the physically challenged. Our love was pure and chaste, and my freshman year journal reflected how I longed for a relationship without sexual pressure. A later entry talked about how he had completely changed and become a “Jack Mormon” – drinking, smoking, and having pre-marital sex which he confessed to me over summer break, sometime around the time he told me “I always wondered how big your breasts were.”

Anyway, I was curious about him – he had been a musician, and had loved the band Tool. I wondered what happened to him. So I looked him up. I didn’t find him, but I found this guy with a subtly amusing webcomic called Scary-Go-Round. So my search wasn’t a complete loss.