How would you like it to have someone you don't even know, know more about you than you do? Would you be flattered or scared shitless? What do you in a situation like that? Someone tells you that they dream about you day and night and that they think you're soulmates. Then, when they gather enough courage to confront you, they become a deaf mute or they act like a total screw-up. You don't even have the opportunity to find out if they could be your soulmate, or even a friend. Not like you'd be interested. What would you talk about? How much they knew about you already? A typical conversation could be held like this: "Hey! What's your favorite color? No, wait! I already know! Um. . . When is your birthday? Oh, yeah, I know already." A conversation with you would be pointless and boring. They could have a conversation with themselves about you.
I may sound really mean, but I'm not. I'm actually really nice. That's my problem. I can't tell someone I don't want them to like me. Would they listen? You can't win either way. If you're too nice to them, they may take it the wrong way, if you're too mean, they might take it the wrong way. If you don't do anything, they may take it the wrong way. I could go on and on about this subject, but I'd rather not. I bet you're wondering who it is that has it so bad for me. . .
All About Page." The screen was filled with almost everything he wanted to know about her. It was filled with her full name (Page Rebecca Monroe), her age (almost 17), her birthday (July 3, 1983), favorite color (Blue), and a lot more.
He sat back into the leather computer chair and smiled to himself.
"Wow, she seems really cool. . ." he uttered loudly. "I wonder what she looks like. . ."
"Taylor! Man, are you talking to yourself again?" Zac Hanson asked, bursting into Taylor's room.
"God, Zac, don't you knock?" Taylor jumped.
"No. Anyway, what are you talking about?" he asked curiously. Zac glanced at the screen and shook his head. "You're checking out web pages about yourself aren't you?"
"What? No way!" Taylor lied. He quickly clicked "minimize" in the right corner of the web page.
"Whatever, Taylor. Can you drive me over to Ryan's house?"
"Okay. Let me get the keys. Hold on." Taylor replied, getting up and walking over to retrieve his keys that he had thrown on his bed. Zac quickly clicked "maximize" and looked at the web page.
"Oh, my God. . ." he laughed. "What is this?"
"It's nothing," Taylor said nonchalantly. "Let's go."
"I was playing, I'm going to skate over. I just wanted to see what you were talking to yourself about. What is that page, anyway?" Zac asked.
"Page? What about her?" Taylor asked nervously.
"No, Tay, I said what is that page?" Zac asked giving Taylor a weird look. "Forget it." He left the room.
Taylor turned his attention back to the computer. He was looking up "Taylor Hanson" wepages and went to one titled "Taylor, Taylor, Taylor!" He just had to check it out. It was a lame Angelfire website, but it was different. It didn't have all the facts about his private life, or how cute he was. It looked more at him musically. The girl that made the page was named ironically, Page. He had to find out more about her, so he clicked on her "All About Me" link. He was impressed. He thought they had a lot in common: they both played keyboards, they both were 17 and they both liked the color blue.
"Small world. . ." he said to himself.
Under what she hated most, she wrote: "I hate boy bands and fake people."
"So do I!" he exclaimed. "She sounds too good to be true."
"This member does not have a profile."
He couldn't just e-mail her and say, "Hi, I'm Taylor Hanson and I really think you seem cool, wanna chat?" First of all, she wouldn't believe him and even if she did, she'd probably tell all of her friends. He tried to figure out a way to find out more about her. He saw that his friend Matt was online and IMed him.
HeyImTaylor: What's up Matt?
Mattsdabomb: yo
HeyImTaylor: Could you do me a favor
HeyImTaylor: ?
Mattsdabomb: uhhh what?
HeyImTaylor: e-mail this girl and ask her where she's from and if she likes Hanson
Mattsdabomb: Fine whats the sn?
HeyImTaylor: boarderchick2000
HeyImTaylor: don't tell her that you know me. Make it seem like you are just a guy online that saw her profile.
Mattsdabomb: all right peace.
Taylor signed off-line and sighed loudly. He had to find out more about her.
