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Show Coffee Drinkers Preferred Page 8 of 307 windows to the fore. I saw some poetry I had written in high school and the Myspace page of the one important ex-girlfriend in my life. She had been named in that high school poetry, so seeing how he had leaped from one to the next was not too difficult but he had shown that he was either terribly thorough or some kind of sick predator. Score another point for Steve. I suppose I have always had too much respect for other people's privacy to feel comfortable digging around in the electronic leavings of their lives so much, even though I have many of the skills that Steve obviously has. The reverse trace on my phone call was a particular piece of brilliance and one that would have taken me at least two hours. He had somehow managed it in mere minutes. He had gone silent during our phone call for only a few moments. And then he told me to come on over. I began to believe that it was during those few brief moments when he had dissected my life and I had passed the interview that never was. Let this be a lesson to you kiddies: you have to have Internet pseudonyms and you have to keep all electronic connections between your activities in these identities separate from your real identity. I knew Steve was about to walk through that door stinking of booze, cigarettes and horse sweat with a smirk on his face that would tell me he knew everything there was to know about me. I would let him believe it because it suited my |
