Ah, The Google. What would happen if we lived in a world where we didn't constantly feel the need to google ourselves and each other? Answer: I would get sued 90% less often and you'd get some quality tail without feeling like a complete child molester. Oh, how I long for simpler times...
Look, I don't want to seem pompous, but your situation reminds me of one of my very favorite William Wordsowrth poems, and although it was written in 1795, I think its message still applies to today:
Age ain't nothing but a numberThrowing down ain't nothing but a thangThis lovin' I have for youIt'll never change
Don't email me. That was a joke. I'm aware that was Aaliyah and not Wordsworth. I mean, you can email me, just don't correct me about that. God forbid we have another Journey/Bon Jovi debacle on our hands...But I digress; the point is—it's not a big deal. True, I'm basing my argument on a woman who illegally married R. Kelly when she was 15 and died in a plane crash, but still. (Sidenote: in the spirit of any and all of my advice, this has nothing to do with anything, but, it never doesn't shock me that Aaliyah is dead. Ever. Tulane Chris and I were on the phone discussing blog stuff the other night and I randomly started thinking about Aaliyah and interrupted Chris all, "I'M SORRY, BUT IT STILL BLOWS MY MIND THAT AALIYAH IS DEAD." I thought he was going to be like, "Come on, Meg. That happened in 2001 and we have business to talk about now," but instead we ended up having a 10 minute conversation about how completely bizarre it is that she's dead. (Which is pretty par for the course, I guess, when two people with ADD decide to do business together. And it might explain why we're both still broke.)