Delete Your Cookies!

So, I received a call earlier today from a certain unnamed male friend in Manhattan. The conversation started with an ominous, “Have I got a story for you!”. Is it wrong that I immediately assumed that his well-documented commitment issues had once again brought relations with his new lady friend to a screeching halt? Ok, don’t answer that. Thankfully, I was quickly proven wrong.

Said lady friend spent the night at his apartment last night. It’s not unusual for her to wake up when he is already on his way to work. This morning, she had to use his personal computer (yes, I know … this is the point in the story where you can write the ending yourself) for some job searching. She couldn’t find the site she visited 2 nights before and went to the history folder to find it. Not only did she find the job site she was looking for, but she found a few, ahem, other sites. Turns out unnamed male friend from Manhattan had recently visited several “celebrity skin” sites. In his defense, this was all in good fun, of course, and not because of any weird paparazzi porn-like.

No “I miss you, honey, when are you coming home?” phone calls or emails during the work day. He gets home and still nothing. Odd. Finally, he receives a call from her with the all-too-familiar, “I have something serious to talk to you about. I need to see you in person immediately.” Utilizing his strong negotiation skills, he gets lady friend to spill the beans over the phone. You can be sure that he threw certain friends under the bus on this one (and which one of you wouldn’t have done the same thing). “Well, umm, uhhh, Bob has been sending me these emails and what do you expect me to do, *not* click on what he sends me!?”. This was not the time to be throwing out the “Who in the hell do you think you are snooping around my private shit!?” counter-argument. Didn’t stop him from using it, though.

The funniest part about the whole incident is that he is one of the most paranoid people I know and about 9 months ago, he actually asked me how to delete cookies and turn off the auto-complete function in the search box because he was having some company over that night.
Anyway, lesson of the week: delete cookies and history folders every night. It should be part of your preparing for bed routine. Brush teeth, lock door, delete cookies, go to bed.