I recently did something very, very naive, and I’m going to confess it right here.

For Christmas, I gave Joe a Web site–a blog really–on which it was my intention to write daily notes to him about what an awesome guy he is and how much I appreciate him. Then one day, I noticed Andrew at the site, reading through it. There was nothing inappropriate for him to read, but I sort of felt as though our privacy was violated. I recoiled and said to him, “Hey, you shouldn’t be reading that!” He…