So here's the thing.
I made the mistake of telling current Guy of Interest that I have a blog. I normally tell these silly little boys that I blog, but no one ever really cares. It's in one ear and out the other; they could care less how I waste away my free time (or maybe I should say, how I used to waste away my free time).
HOWEVER.
Current GOI won't let the matter drop. Not that he's hounding me in an annoying way or anything, but he does make it clear from time to time that he would like to be able to read it. To get to know Erin again (last time we saw each other was high school graduation), since he's currently 3,000 miles away. Hmmmm. I mean, I can make myself sound attractive on the phone and through properly formatted emails, but attractive in my blog? Ouch.
Then he might realize that I drink, swear, eat way too many cheese biscuits, have commitment issues and engage in textual indecencies every now and then. I mean, he might see that I'm human.
What to do? I like having this little thing all to myself (well, all to myself, plus you fabulous five or six who have joined me for the ride), but there's also a part of me that perhaps, just maybe, wants to bravely expose this side of myself to see if he's man enough to stick with my crazy ass...
No, the more I think about it, this is a bad, bad, bad idea. Bad idea. I mean, if I let him read this, I can't talk shit about him and call him names when it's over in a week.
I just solved my own problem. That was easy.
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7 comments:
I press my easy button for you on Monday. Situation solved!
Yeah--good thinking, I'd hate to see that you're holding back on the shit talking on account of THIS guy-plus, if you end up breaking it off, he may turn into one of those creepy stalkery kind of guys
Noelle... you know this guy. ;)
create a new blog and tell him that is it.
Im pretty sure that if he read this blog...
he would have a case of jealousy.
I am with La Petite, create a new blog...I am in agreement with Noelle as well, I need to hear ALL the shit talking...
What? Tell him, I say. Then we can giggle with our glasses of wine, notice the pluralization of glass with NO shame, about how dumb he is to read it and what you're going to say next, my new Carrie of Connecticutttttt...dare I say...Sex in the Mystic works.
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