Yesterday and the intersection of life and dating and personal blogging got me thinking about something I didn't dare share with you at the time.
Mainly because I thought, what if he's now checking my blog to see if I write about this? And then he gets mad and it gets all terrible?
But I think enough time has passed that I've likely been long forgotten.
Way back in the fall of 2007, I went on an extremely awkward date and I wrote about it.
Nothing unusual there, as we all know.
And then, nearly a year later, DC Blogs very kindly linked to this post about how my husband said he loved me more than I loved him.
Really, it was about ear hair more than love.
Anyway. I was all flattered, and oh, wow, they like me! And yes, honey, I do love you tremendously but for God'ssakethedreadearhair!
And then the next day I got an email from a guy whose name sounded vaguely familiar...
Who, in a nutshell, said: I clicked on an interesting-sounding link on DC Blogs. And the picture in the sidebar looked familiar. So I searched my email for Lisa, and realized we had gone on a date, and then wondered if you'd written about it...
Of course my stomach kind of froze. Because I knew exactly who this was and what I'd written.
(And also, really? Am I that recognizable through scarf and dark glasses? So much for International Woman of Mystery.)
He went on to say that he discovered he was, and I quote, "mr. can't talk about the weather but not a d*ck!!!" He added that the post was very entertaining, and that he didn't think he was an awkward conversationalist, but who knows.
So I thought, oh, relief. He's not angry. And maybe he wasn't as awkward as I'd remembered.
Until I read the PS: "I'm involved, so this is not an attempt at a date."
I believe that's all there is to say about that.