"I'm going on a date with a *new* guy on Wednesday, and I practically begged him not to google me. 'It'll be post-post modern! A REAL blind date!' I insisted, hoping the tiniest bit of desperation didn't creep into my voice. I just want, for once, the kind of date I used to have ... the kind where I didn't have to spend the evening explaining various humiliating blog posts, and the guy didn't think he needed to bring an NDA... you know, just in case. Ah, memories." That's apparently single and definitely oversharey Star Editor-at-Large Julia Allison writing on her blog, where, despite your best efforts, she is still her own worst enemy.