Haunted by my cyber-past

Sometimes I think the Internet is just too fucking smart for its own good.

Recently I've been doing some cyber-shopping for things I can't find in local stores: stuff like Falke brand hosiery and Simone Perele lingerie.  I can only assume that my materialistic Web searches are stored for eternity in my browser's memory, as the same items I shopped for are now popping up on other Web pages.

It's kind of embarrassing to try and look at an innocuous site like Yahoo, only to be deluged with banner ads that will take me directly to the shiny Falke stockings I was looking at three days ago.

If I go ahead and order, will the curse be lifted? I'm going to try clearing my browser's history first as I'm saving up for various car and motorcycle repairs.