Referer (Sic) Logs (4)

It may be she still had a little bit of a spell on me after we broke off. There were indications of that. At my domain name (once again, at the top level of the site at “metaphenomenon.com”), the picture of me is one that has an accidental, very cool effect, of sunlight streaming down, so that I am bathed in light. And when I saw her in my referer logs, coming as she always did from my home page, always to the top of my domain before clicking on the picture to enter my blog, I marked in my head how long she stayed on that page with the picture. I wondered about the number of seconds she spent there. Usually it was on the order of 2 to 4, but sometimes it was longer — and I wondered if she was lingering there, looking at that freeze frame portrait, me captured with the light all pouring down, and she was wondering things about me, like I was about her — or was it merely that she had been distracted, doing something else, and happened to come back to it later? I would never ask her; I would never know.

And so it went, time passed. I would check my site statistics, I would look at my referer logs, and there would come a time when she started going directly to my site, not coming from my home page. At least, I was pretty sure it was her. The IP address looked familiar, anyway, the numerical location where her machine was situated in cyberspace. Especially when (do I remember correctly about this?) I saw hits coming in at 5am in the morning. My best guess is that she was doing something or other on the ’net, and started to type in the domain name of another site, and entered “m” then “e”, and the site “metaphenomenon.com” appeared the a little pull-down menu as one of the choices that had previously been visited by her browser, and so she figured out that this was a shortcut to getting to my blog. The best things come by accident, ain’t it so? And yes, I know: I think far too much about these kinds of things. The imagining of scenarios as involved as that show in me the propensity for obsession. But to my credit, I never called her. I never let her have any clue that I did any of this.

(part 1)
(part 2)
(part 3)

(to be continued…)