Confession
“I have a confession,” he said, looking me in the eye as we waited for the metro.
“Oh?…” I hoped this sounded cool, calm, unconcerned. What could he be confessing on our first date? Was he secretly married with six children? Was he unemployed? Was he - GASP! - a Republican?!
“I found your blog.”
“Oh,” I couldn’t continue for he quickly interrupted.
“It’s Jen’s fault. I saw the link on her blog to your blog…”
My mind began racing. What had I posted as of late? Oh hell - did this mean he knew that, until recently, I’d been dating sleeping with somone? Had he read about the barrage of dates I’ve had over the last couple of months? Had he read back into the archives and discovered how I nearly had a complete meltdown during my recent move? Did he read that prior to moving I did have a meltdown? Oh hell… What had he discovered?
“I didn’t read very far,” he continued before I could speak, “I’d like get to know you through you, rather than through your blog, and so I decided not to read it.”
“Oh… Thanks,” I said, relief washing over me - my not-so-secret secrets, safe for now. “I’d rather you get to know me through me also, at least initially. If you really want to read it, only read from here forward. At least until you decide you want to keep seeing me, then perhaps you can peruse the archives.”
He just smiled in reply.
Wow. i’d have my blog under lock and key within seconds and I don’t even share as much as you do…
Nice to have that honesty and trust from the get-go though.
I always wondered if these guys read your blog. I mean, you talk about it fairly often, and it is the very first thing that comes up when you google your name. I’ve got to figure a lot of people probably google a date’s name. I guess it’s just something a blogger has to learn to live with.
Confession Part Deux: “It’s Jen’s fault…”
Hoooboy… he owes me a beer for THAT ONE!
Dear Bachelor #7… Welcome to the wonderful, wild and equally descriptive world of dating a writer! I hope you have the fortitude for it!
what about the part where you throw up on him and peed your pants…
Yeah, I’m with Ben. I stay as hidden as possible.
I have told no one ON PURPOSE that I’m out in the blogging world. Only a few people I know in real life know it exists. Yeah. 
Ha…
Anyway, I was going to say that it didn’t sound like THIS conversation went horribly. I just keep thinking about our phone conversation. . .