Google, you've been sending me mixed signals for a while now. First your Street View buddies showed up in a car to snap my picture. You protested that you knew nothing about it but I knew you were digging my scene. It wasn't a particularly attractive photo of me but still, like many women in the first stages of being stalked, I was flattered by the attention.
Then everything changed. I got your invite to the Google+ party but when I showed up, nobody was there. You took down my photo and replaced it with one of the front of my building. You erased me, x'ed me from your world. It broke my heart but I moved on. Then I turned on my computer today and saw this:
Here's the bottom line, Google. I still have feelings for you. Maybe I always will. But I don't trust you. I'm afraid I may never be free of you. I'm willing to live with that but so help me God, if I open my browser one day to see something like, "You need to get that mole removed," I'm calling my lawyer.
Google, Come Back!