Now I'm just going to come out and say it. I forced another fellow blogger to go private. I'm not really proud of it, but I don't feel bad either. A few months ago someone passed along the blog of a girl who had (as far as I could tell) dedicated her entire blog to waiting for her missionary. It was sort of a funny little blog. She was justifiably defensive about being so unabashedly in love at such a young age.
Happy ending, the missionary came home and the couple got engaged. And these two kids that I had once rolled my eyes at, I am now sort of happy for. Ahhh young love. Then over the weekend, the girl posted some pictures of her soon to be newlywed apartment. And you won't believe it-- but they are pictures of the exact apartment that Pete and I lived in as newlyweds. Eleven years ago. What are the odds man?
Too much of a coincidence to keep to myself. I made a friendly comment on her blog.
'Hi you don't know me, I found your blog, I think you're funny but also very cute and we lived in that same place for our first apartment. What are the odds? Ahh the memories!'
That's okay right? Itsa public blog.
Next way she writes.
I am officially creeped out
I am officially going private
It's too bad that I creeped someone out. I thought I only creeped Peter out. I keep forgetting that I am one of the few weirdos that read blogs of people I don't know. If anyone knows the engaged couple Niki and James, would you please tell them that I am a nice normal girl and don't mean any harm?
But I know where they live.