The new guy

I went out on a first date a few weeks ago. As we sat at the bar at Season’s 52 he asked me what I do for fun. I told him I had recently started to blog and loved having it as an avenue to write and express myself. Once we were both home he texted to say he had a great time and that he would like to read the blog and I should send him the link. I replied that there was no way in hell I wanted him reading this ever-so-telling information about me at this point in time, that he was not “blogworthy” yet.

He replied he understood and would patiently wait until I was ready to share. Two weeks later I hand selected the sugar scrub post and emailed it to him. I found that one to be non-incriminating. It had nothing to do with me being gasey or dry humping.

He referred to me as “Little Miss” in the next text message that day and told me not to worry, he wouldn’t tell my mom! (Which is a reference to me masturbating in grade school from a previous blog post). My heart sank. I knew I never told him the name of my blog. Apparently, he went all internet ninja on me and googled a line of text from the blog and voila had access to my last 20 plus posts. I was absolutely mortified. The new guy I am dating is so not the audience I am going for.

So this whole blog thing is a bit of a game changer here. I’m gonna have to try and keep my lips zipped through the first hour of conversation with new potentials. Me and my over sharing. Le sigh.