What I am going to write about, is one of the funniest things that I have seen recently. Women are always jumping on me, for writing about women who I see or meet, accusing me of being a stalker. But I have known for a long time, that women are way sneakier and snoopier than men.
On Memorial Day, I went to the West River Community Center. I parked my vehicle in the parking lot, and a young lady driving a vehicle with a license plate from an oil producing state, drove past me. I was vaguely aware of what kind of vehicle she was driving, but what I thought was funny, was that I did not think that she was a house wife, I got the impression that she worked for an oil company and she got sent up here to Dickinson.
It was funny to me, because I was thinking that an oil company sending her here to Dickinson, was kind of a mean trick on her. I believe that she had probably figured that out in a matter of days after arriving here in Dickinson.
I wanted a day pass at the West River Community Center, and I printed my full name on the guest sign in sheet at the front desk. Then I went to the weight area of the gym. I was only paying a little attention to what women were in the gym.
Today, Tuesday, I was at home looking on my Facebook page for “People You May Know”. The “People You May Know”, are usually people who are “Facebook Friends” of people who are already your “Facebook Friends”. However, some of the people who show up on Facebook as “People You May Know”, who are not “Facebook Friends” of people you already know, are people who have recently viewed your profile.
So, here on Facebook under my “People You May Know” today, was a young lady that I do not know. And, she was not a “Facebook Friend” of someone that I already know. She was young and fairly attractive. So I looked at her profile, she is a particular kind of engineer, from an oil producing state far away from here, who recently began working for a particular oil company here in Dickinson.
Then I realized what had happened, and who this was. On Memorial Day when I got out of my vehicle in the West River Community Center parking lot, I was wearing a particular oil company T-shirt, with the oil company logo in very big letters on the front of my shirt. A young lady driving a vehicle from an oil producing state far away from here, drove past me in the parking lot, and I thought that an oil company must have sent her here, because she was a long way from home.
It turns out, that this young lady is an engineer working for the oil company whose logo was on my T-shirt in big letters. She came into the gym right behind me, she saw me printing my name on the sign in sheet, she read my name off of the sign in sheet, and she used my name to perform an internet search or a Facebook search for me. Now, I remembered her and recognized her.
In order to be completely clear for the women readers who find fault with everything that I write, this young lady who showed up in my “People You May Know” today, she is not from Dickinson, she is not friends with anyone that I know, and she showed up in my “People You May Know” list because she recently viewed my profile. Why would she view my profile, I don’t know her, how did she get my name? She got my full name from the guest sign in sheet, and she wanted to look me up because I was wearing an oil company shirt, of the company where she had been recently hired to work in Dickinson. Once a few of these things dawned on me, I then remembered her as the young lady that I had seen at the WRCC.
I don’t mind that she read my name from the guest sign in sheet and looked me up on the internet. She was just curious, this is not illegal, or unethical in my opinion. Engineers try to take whatever little information they can get, and use it to find out what is going on. I don’t mind, however, if I did this to a woman, I would be banned from the West River Community Center, the police would be called, and the police would likely try to find something to charge me with criminally, such as stalking, even though this is not illegal. I would be in all kinds of trouble.
I will send her a polite message on Facebook. I expect that she will not respond, or block me from viewing her profile again. That will be O.K. with me, but I want to try to be hospitable or gracious anyway, in case she does want to talk to me.