Multiple Enthusiasms

Infinite jest. Excellent fancy. Flashes of merriment.


One of the things I like about WordPress is that it records statistics pretty closely over several categories; clicks, who referred whom, where people went after they came here, what posts they read . . . stuff like that. Also, what people entered into search engines to find this page. Anyway, I just caught this in the stats after that last post:

I’m left wondering why, precisely. Was someone wondering if I had one, or hoping for a date, or what?

For the record, there are certain things I’m just not comfortable blogging about. I’ve mentioned previous relationships at certain points in the past, but never current ones, because doing so feels, in a way, ungentlemanly.

So I won’t be.

And besides, seriously, who cares?

1 Comment

  1. I laughed so hard my sister wanted to see what I was reading.

    I almost asked how I get to this site to see if anyone every typed in “Helen The Amusing Muse Boyfreind.” I realised I would be depressed if no one ever tried it. So, be happy that somewhere their is a girl/guy who is curious about you and probably wants to date you… or their stalking you as we speak and your gonna find a rabbit in your pot on the stove. Hey, it’s the thought that counts.

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