Rock Star, Pop Star? A dick by any other name would still be a dick

My friend Katie has a blog, and before she met her Prince Charming and we became real-life friends, I enjoyed reading about all the frogs she kissed and discarded. One frog was particularly heinous,and he was a critically-acclaimed musician she called Pop Star.

Today he got a mention, and a couple of things occurred to me: 1) Katie and I live in the same neighborhood and 2) How many critically-acclaimed musicians could live in our neighborhood, really?

I fired off an email to Katie and she called me about 15 minutes later. It is confirmed -- her Pop Star and my Rock Star are one and the same. The funny thing is, I sat in a bar with her and discussed Rock Star at great length, and we never put two and two together. We deduced many things during that phone call (and subsequent emails) -- he recycles the same material over and over, and he's a matchmaking service sportfucker.

I'm kind of floored, kind of giggling and kind of relieved that he didn't stick around long enough to get an invite to my 30th birthday party. Turns out he did nothing but sexually harass girls and generally piss everyone off at hers. Do they teach classes on how to become a better judge of character? Because I think I need one.