Does anyone remember when they were in the third grade. Ok girls this is from our point of view, but guys can find a way to relate. Hang in there. Remember that one boy, that one boy who wore the coolest jeans and tennis shoes. The one you always looked for while sitting at your desk waiting for the school day to start. You never talked to him cause well he was HIM. You had the biggest crush but he never noticed you because you were a GIRL! You knew this and accepted to love from afar and was happy with that. Then one day you were spending the night at your best friends house. You reveal that you thought he was cute. Your friend agreed. So the following Monday, after lunch you are at recess. Some girls you really don't like start singing about you and HIM sitting in a tree. To your horror everyone including HIM hears them. You are destroyed for the rest recess and the school day. How did thinking someone was cute turn into a kissing festival in a tree? You ask your friend and she says she didn't do it. By Wednesday it's all over and everybody has forgotten.
When we are kids our reputation is built on the things we do and say. Fortunately, childhood rumors can be reversed easily and quickly. As an adult our reputations aren't as easily fixed. With the internet becoming such an integral part of everything we do, one small fact (true or not) can now have global consequences on a person's or business' reputation. On the internet, reputation is everything. To track down anything that might be harmful would be impossible. Now there are companies that specialize in maintaining internet reputations. I have looked myself up out of curiosity and found that I was charged with nine felonies. News to me. Either I have a very active and criminally minded alter ego or some how my name was linked with some one else's activities. I would recommend InternetReputation.com. They do all the work of chasing kids around the cyber playground and telling them to shut up. No really they are a legitimate company worth trying out. They can be found at http://www.einternetreputation.com/
By the way, you never did marry HIM. Instead you marry the dork with the black glasses who had the bad hair cut because you were forever scarred for life over boys with cool jeans and tennis shoes.
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