A doppelganger of the worst kind
It used to be that all you needed to get married was a blood test. Nowadays, we don’t rely on DNA to ensure that your beloved isn’t an STD petri dish or your long-forgotten twin secretly donated to science and raised by gophers. Oh, no, for that type of juicy gossip, we head to the World Wide Web.
Before I got engaged, I never had Googled myself. I never even had considered it. I was around for every moment of my life; what could I possibly learn? My then fiance shared in this attitude. What we didn’t understand at the time is that you don’t Google yourself for you. You Google yourself for everyone else.
Soon after my wedding invitations were sent out, a few invitees on my side of the family who never had met my fiance made snark-laced remarks about his being “quite the musician.”
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