The Small Things
Photo Credit: Stop Hollywood
As I was checking Google Analytics for work, I decided to check the analytics for my personal blog as well. When I did, I noticed an odd spike in the pageviews from New York. After some digging, I am fairly certain the person spending 2 hours on my site was a boy I had dated six years ago.
Follow my logic here – this person searched very specific details about our dates (including things we said), where he worked, where I worked, and the clincher, his own name.
Now aside from the story of the most perfect first date ever, I haven’t really thought about him. Though that date, and our time together in The City is a highlight of my 20’s.
After seeing all this activity on my site, I became instantly satisfied. This person who I hadn’t seen or heard from in six years thought of me (I’m pretty sure). It was nice to know that our brief time together, six years ago, left an impression on him too. Even if it wasn’t him searching for me, I’ll remain a satisfied lady today.
Like, really satisfied.
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