Despite my many attempts, I cannot get the guy I'm dating to read the blog.
"It's private," he says.
"Um. No. It's public," I respond.
"Yeah, but it's like reading your diary," he continues.
"No. It's like reading my blog," I counter.
"I'd rather read writing of yours that's more crafted and polished," he states matter-of-factly.
I pause.
He doesn't realize this is grounds for a break up, but I remain calm and point out that he cannot know how crafted and polished the blog is if he isn't reading it. And in that moment, I decide it's best that he doesn't read the blog so that I might rally the blogging troops who will wonder with me, WTF?
6 comments:
This is a blessing, I believe. You can rail and rant and piss and moan and complain and hail all you want, and he'll never know ... as far as you know.
i have friends who boldly tell me they don't read my blog. well boo flippin hoo i say to them. your great loss. Obviously.
I love this entry which is well polished with excellent timing and very compelling - just look at the comments! I, too, believe he secretly reads.
Just as I thought, friends. Luckily, he's got some other stuff going for him...
Ummmm, am I supposed to know what WTF means?
Hubby won't read the red basement. I am over it. Not him, just trying to get him to read it. He says that the estrogen blinds him.
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