I met him once by accident and then she was sure it never happened again though it might have been on purpose, unconsciously, or maybe she was conflicted about it . He said I seemed like an asshole. She told me later. She said maybe it would be better if she didn't tell me these things and I said maybe so and she stopped. We didn't talk for a long time, so that particular night, the second time I ever saw him, I didn't know anything about the he had read, the blog posts she had written, any of it, and I guess that was what she might have told me about except I told her not to.