too much information
I fee like the issue of transitioning from reading crushes' blogs or social networking profiles to talking to them is a little more complex than this:
If you stumble onto your lust object's blog, go ahead and read it—but then never let on that you have. You must pretend to be astonished by discovering your mutual passion for zydeco music and lawn bowling. Otherwise, you're the Mayor of Stalker City.
(from Mistress Matisse's column this week in The Stranger)
Granted, I've been honored with the "Key to Stalker City," but I feel like there has to be some acknowledgement that you've been reading up on each other's intimate details (like, uh, favorite books and tv shows). I tend to solve this (with pretty neutral results) by coming out as a major dork and trivia and internet addict, before I can slip up. Recently, though, I've cut back investigating people's online presence.
