Months ago, I initiated a little game with Jen, Jerry, and Stevie that we coined the Google Game. It all began with an innocent search for photos of a recent date who had, along with his sister, been a prize-winning figure skater in the 80’s. To my dismay, I did not find any links to his career on the ice, but I did find multiple listings on Google that linked to financial articles he had written for work.

Realizing that was a lot less interesting than photos of my date in tights, I moved on to a search for a recent fling, hoping I would find something fun.

All that yielded was his high school lacrosse record.

Not one to give up easily, I Googled a crush of mine, and discovered that he was in a band I hadn’t known about (complete with ultra sexy photos), was trained as a classical pianist, and had submitted a review of his trip to Thailand on a travel site. Satisfied, I stopped there, but decided to create a new rule for myself.

All of the men I become romantically involved with should be Googlable.

Google has risen from the hodgepodge of search engines as a clear leader. Its simplicity of form and cute little name have made it the go-to place for useful (and useless) facts among techies and laymen alike. If your name shows up on Google, whether for a report you penned for your job or a song your college boyfriend dedicated to you, you have, in some way, made it.

As I played the Google Game that day in May, I voiced a wish to my friends. Not only did I want my men to be Googlable, but I too, wanted to be Googlable someday.

Six months later I am pleased to say that thanks to this site, I have joined the ranks of my lacrosse-playing, rock’n’rolling, financial-report-writing brethren. I. Am. Googlable.

And thanks to an article published yesterday by Reuters journalist Eric Auchard, the trend will likely continue. A special thanks to Eric for giving Bitch-Sessions, and the art of weblogging, some air time.

http://biz.yahoo.com/rc/021113/column_livewire_1.html

Many happy search results.