‘Fess up. You’re all a bunch of stalkers. You know it, and I know it. You’re not fooling anybody. You’re sitting there at your little desk, clicking around on all those social networking sites. You’re smiling to yourself because that popular girl from your youth is totally overweight now. Or maybe your ex looks like death incarnate. Or maybe you’re checking out that friend of a friend that you’d sure like to “run into” one of these days. You know the one I’m talking about…the one that you used to stalk on Myspace before there was a Facebook…
Sometimes I wish we all lived in the 1800′s. In the days where the only way you met people or communicated with anyone was if you actually left the house. The days when a guy would walk up to a girl and ask her if he could call on her. And of course the girl would say yes, because we’re all totally polite in the 1800′s.
But if there was no Facebook or internet in the 1800′s, how did people stalk people?? You know they must have had some other methods because those 1800′s people were expert when it came to gossiping. Perhaps if a young woman saw a guy that grabbed her fancy she went outside at opportune moments to churn butter or something. Or maybe the young lads kept going to neighboring villages to dig wells, hoping to catch a glimpse of that sassy farmer’s daughter.
Yeah, that makes sense. I’m sure they stalked somehow. Still, it must’ve been difficult without tagged photos…
and I’m damn proud of it, thank you!