I have a split social life. Sometimes, rarely, I tell random strangers that I’m a blogger and the name of my blog and all of that stuff. I usually don’t. Usually I keep it to myself.
But if I’m out and about with other people from the blogging community then I’ll let the cat out of the bag.
This weekend I was out with Lostplum and TheBOy. At some point in the evening we ended up at a bar that Lostplum goes to regularly. No one knows me there, and since the chances of anyone I know ever showing up there are slim, I introduced myself as a blogger (Usually, when asked what I do, I say that I’m a freelance writer and social media consultant – which is also the truth. I suck at lying and am in the habit of not doing it.).
My disclosure, that I was a blogger who wrote about dating and that my blog was called Sex, Lies…, prompted a very funny conversation with our bartender. I can’t remember it verbatim. Truth is, it was loud and I was drinking. Heck, we were all drinking. And I wonder if anyone would have said what they did sober. Here is the gist of it:
Bartender: “Wait a minute. You shag guys and then write about it?”
Me: “Well, yes. I write about dating and sex.”
Bartender: “That’s not right. I wouldn’t like that. Having some girl write about me like that.”
Lostplum: (Actually, I can’t remember what she said. I know she was in the conversation. Helping to keep it going. But I can’t remember what or how. Not sure why.)
Bartender: “I mean, I’d shag you. You’re cute and all. But I wouldn’t want to read about it the next day in your blog.”
It went on that way, as I recall, for about 5 – 10 minutes until we left.
It does highlight a fairly obvious issue for me. There are lots of guys who’d want nothing to do with me if they knew about this blog. And others who hit on me specifically because of the blog. Either way, that’s two big chunks of men who fall into the “guys I can’t date” pool. Which is a shame. There are a lot of guys in New York. But not an endless supply.
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