As I mentioned in my earlier post, I told Saturday night’s date about this blog. I didn’t just say, “I have a blog” or “I’m a dating blogger”. I gave him the blog’s name and then reached into my bag and pulled out one of my business cards and handed it to him.
And yes, I’d been drinking. I’d only had one drink but it was superstrong and so I was pumped with liquid courage. Not that I’m sorry I did it. Not at all. I’m happy about it.
Anyway, as you can probably imagine, I was a little obsessed today with the idea that maybe he’d read what I’d written about him. I mean, if some guy told me that he kept a blog, I’d be checking it to see if he wrote about me. But I didn’t want to ask. That would have been too weird.
Then, just when the curiosity was about to get the best of me, he added, at the end of email (we’d been exchanging emails regarding our plans for later in the week). “And, just in case you’re wondering, nice post. ” Thus earning his nickname from here on out – Mr. Nicepost (thanks to Lostplum for the suggestion).
So, now I know. He will be reading. Maybe not always, but at least sometimes. And with knowledge is power, or something like that.
Tags: blog, first date