F*ck Google

Part of my job entails entering surveys from 8-17-year-olds we find in malls. Needless to say, the handwriting is indecipherable and the spelling is atrocious, so I have to Google about 40% of the entries to try and figure out what “Elags” might mean as a response to “Newest trends you’ve noticed in restaurants.”

But now, every time I Google something, it comes up relating to A. Like today, Google brought me to the dunes on Lake Michigan:

We went there last summer for the Fourth of July. I met A.’s entire family. One morning, we went to the dunes, and he told me he loved me for the first time. We had sex on the sand and went skinny dipping in the lake afterwards. He taught me how to skip rocks. I was really looking forward to going back there.