I like Twitter. I mean, it’s all right. It’s not likely to go away anytime soon, so I’m willing to utilize it. I can’t sit here and say I enjoy being limited to 140 characters. Sometimes I have more to say than Twitter allows. Hence, the blog.

Anyway, I’ve never put much stock into how many people are following me on Twitter. But in the back of my mind, I’ve always sort of believed that if I reached a point where I was being followed by more people than I was following, I’ll know I’ve arrived.

That moment came for me a few months ago. I finally had one more person following me than the number of people I was following. I often wonder why people choose to follow me, though.

I get it if it’s someone who actually knows me in the real world. Obviously, they enjoy my wit in real life conversations, so they want to know what I’m like when limited to only 140 characters.

I get it if it’s someone whom I’ve met through blogging. Obviously, they enjoy my wit on this here blog, so they want to know what I’m like when limited to only 140 characters.

But what’s the deal with random strangers? I don’t use hashtags all that often. I’m sure that, if I’m to really excel at this social media thing, I should use more hashtags. But maybe, just maybe, in those rare occasions when I do hashtag something, someone finds my tweet and gets it in their head to follow me. “Huh… This fella hashtagged Teddy Grahams. I love Teddy Grahams. Click!” That’s probably how it goes.

Up until now, I’ve never been followed by anyone with a verified account. I assume that people with verified accounts are famous for one reason or another. Fame has never darkened my cyber-doorstep. Until a few days ago, that is…

Have you ever heard of Darcy Donavan? Go ahead, you can look her up. I did. Because her name did not ring any bells with me. But then, last Saturday, there she was. Twitter alerted me that Darcy Donavan, with a verified account, was now following me.

I Googled her. Because why wouldn’t I Google someone with a verified account who decided to follow me on Twitter? Turns out, she’s an actor/recording artist/writer/producer. But you can get that from the description on her Twitter account. Where would I recognize her from? Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. Yeah.I cannot help but ask, why has she decided to follow me? I looked back at my tweets from the entire week before she started following me, just to see if I tweeted out something remotely interesting. I can’t imagine that posting a link to my blog about the guy that inspected my Old Navy khakis would necessarily do it for anyone. Maybe she just gets my sense of humor.

But I’m not what one would consider traditionally good looking. And, even if I was, it’s not like I’m all the time posting narcissistic pictures of myself that would cause her to think, “Wow, this guy’s hot, I need to follow him on the Twitter now!” And I’m definitely not famous. Because I don’t have a verified account.Not that I’m complaining. It’s not like I’m going to send her a message saying, “Hey, attractive actress! Stop following me!”

So, Ms. Donavan, if you happen to read this, I’m happy to have you as a follower. I’m curious as to what drew you to my account and I’m glad something struck you in some way that made you want to read more of whatever it is I have to say. And, hey, next time you’re in a movie and you need a date to the premiere, you just give me a call. I will happily attend as your arm candy.

She’s the one who isn’t Paul Rudd.