There's this guy...

So, there's this guy I know... I found him in my office on Friday which I came back to get my umbrella that I left on my desk, and he was there - on my computer, being all nosey in my stuff. During his trip to "Girl's Land", he found my writings. All two of them. Rude, huh? He found this one which hadn't been updated in a while and he found another one that hasn't been updated in an even longer while.

I think I might have shot myself in the foot.

For some crazy reason... maybe it was a mental lapse... maybe it was me trying to appear "easy going"... maybe he put a spell on me... for whatever the reason... I gave this boy my e-mail password. Why? Like I said, I don't know. Maybe I'm just too stupid. Maybe I trust him (too much?).

I'm not smart.

I can always change my password. This I know. This would be the logical next step. This would be the action most people would take. This would be smart.

This guy who shall remain nameless (G.a.l.e.) has threatened to take over my literature world. Move in. Take control. Revamp it to be HIS world in girls's clothing.
Now that I'm thinking out loud here... What else did he see? Was he looking when my daily online newsletter "Stupid.Women. Smart.Men." arrived in my inbox? Are my secrets exposed? Is my heart exposed? I feel the sudden need to check to see if my slip is showing.

The waiting game.

I'm going to sit this one out and wade out here in the shallow waters before I dive in and try to do any damage control. Who knows, maybe he'll behave himself. Maybe he'll just toss this memory aside and go on to bigger challenges. Maybe he'll just blow me off and find a more interesting piece to take over.

I feel, however, that empty threats are for cowards. Don't you think? Of course, this did provide me with an excellent reason to update the piece. For that, I thank him.