I keep underestimating people. I don’t know why, but I keep underestimating their skills, smarts and savviness. Perfect example: John my boyfriend is aware of my column. However, he has not had a chance to read it due to me not allowing him. Why won’t I let him read it? Well, for a number of reasons. I share too many embarrassing stories about myself. I write like I’m a 16-year-old girl in high school. My stories don’t tend to show the better side of myself. And there are far too many stories about him and some other boys.

I’m aware that John has attempted to read my columns by Googling my name, and all I can do is laugh in his face for his sad, sad attempt. That action alone assured me that he will never ever be able to find my columns. I even left them laying around my apartment thinking he wouldn’t be able to figure it out — that’s how assured and cocky I was.

Apparently my columns do pop up when you Google “Jimmy Lee” AND “Jane Kim.” How do I know this? Well … because my supposedly not-so-bright boyfriend did it. I mentioned to him that Jimmy Lee, my former editor, is coming to New York, and soon after that I had lots and lots of explaining to do. Especially after he read the article about wanting to break up with him for Thanksgiving.

One of these days, I’m going to have to face the fact that he’s much, much smarter than I thought, but for now, I’m just going to write about how he’s a good detective, and I have to learn to keep my mouth shut.