Date & Dish

I was hanging out with the real-world contact I mentioned in my last post this weekend, and he asked me, “So what would I be called if you were writing about me on your secret blog?”

(Which I found funny, because the blog is not so secret that he doesn’t know about it.)

I went through a few possibilities, most of which I cannot even remember now. But tonight, while logging in to give an update, it struck me…I shall call him “The Reader.”

It is a little odd writing about your date on a secret blog that your date reads. I told him that it wouldn’t be fair if I wrote about him, because then he would know what’s inside my head, and I wouldn’t know what’s inside his. Not fair.

But I changed my mind. I wanted to let you all know that it’s been really, really nice with The Reader. It’s just been so easy and fun and sweet. I certainly don’t think I’m saying anything he doesn’t already know, but if he reads this, I hope it makes him smile.

He makes me smile.

Sometimes I wonder if I am saying too much, but I’ve always had a mouth as big as my heart when it comes to being smitten. I told him the other night that when I kiss him standing up, it makes me dizzy. I sometimes wonder if he thinks I’m the world’s biggest goofball weirdo girl, but I think he thinks the goofy weirdness is cute.

See, if he had a secret blog that I could read, I would know.

Anyway, there’s the update on The Reader. If I’m ruining the game (boy chases girl, girl runs away…) people sometimes like to play by posting all this here, then please, sweet Reader (that’s capital “R”…not the rest of you!) — just stop visiting and reading, okay? I promise I won’t say mean things about you or otherwise take advantage of your absence.

Sheesh…this is weird, isn’t it??