At Least They're Committed

“Ooooh, it’s a mystery! What fun.”

He makes a noise that’s half snicker, half scoff and half cough. (Yes, three halves.)

“Whoever was on here last night searched for the name ‘Kevin,’” I say.

“Ah,” he says.

“But why? That’s ever-so intriguing, don’t you think?”

“I’m not intrigued, but I will say it’s a tad odd,” he says. “Do the stats tell you what word was being searched?”

“Neuwp. It just says what stories have been clicked on and after going through these I quickly realized each had the name Kevin in it,” says I. “I do find it interesting that even though I only saw Kevin a few times, I refer to him fairly often. He was my best shrink ever.”

“Sure, any others?”

“Well, yes, EBD’s friend Kev and of course Moosie, but I always refer to Moosie as Moose.”

“That contradicts itself.”

“No matter . . . think, think, think. The visitor wonders who Kevin is and what role he has played in my life.”

“Maybe. Or the visitor’s name is Kevin.”

“True, but I can’t for the life of me think of any Kevins who would have the least knowledge of or interest in this blog, let alone wonder if I’d mentioned him.”

“A woman wondering if you’re after her man?”

“Hahahaha, oh ouch. No. And especially not as Tripping Raul. Think . . . think . . . think. My family all knows who Kevin is, so no one there.”

“Last stalker?”

“No, he’s pre-TR and I can’t imagine him having the technical prowess to figure out my alter ego,” says I. “Besides, if he did know he’d be on here every day. Creepy.”

“Plus you pushed him out a window on here a couple months back.”

“Oh, yes! Yes I did.”

“So, let’s assume it’s male and he wants to know what your relationship is with Kevin.”

“K.”

“This ‘man’ hit the home page as well as specific posts.”

“Yes.”

“Had you mentioned Kevin lately?”

“I thought of that, but no. The first post that came up when I ran the query was the first post ‘he’ clicked on, meaning the reader did not come across Kevin’s name in a post and then think, ‘Well, by golly, who is this Kevin fella?’”

“Gads, I hope he didn’t think that. That’s just smarmy,” he says. “What about FB guy? His drunk messages indicated he wasn’t entirely over you?”

“Could be, but doubtful. It’s obvious I’m talking to someone on here and it’s very obviously not him.”

“All right. I’m stumped.”

“Me, too. But we mustn’t give up! This is oh so much fun!”

“If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

“Well fine then. Ponder away.”

“I believe I will.”