The fiance’ knows I have a blog. He knows about the great comments I get from readers, that I often take five minutes to jump on the laptop and check for the latest from my email and links and stats. But he also is not much of a web junkie. He would be perfectly happy if the entire internet was free email, YouTube, Craigslist, horoscopes, and job search pages. As far as I’m concerned this is a good thing- my internet and his internet rarely cross paths. He loves me, but has never really asked to read my posts. He’s much happier helping with my short stories.
Tonight we had dinner with the future mother-in-law and came home- at which point I pounced on the email as usual. And while I surfed around, he glanced over my shoulder.
“So that’s your web page?”
But, the point is, he knows where to find me. Not that I would have hidden. If he would have asked before now, I would have given him the digits, so to speak. I’ve just been calmly carrying on without forcing the issue. I’m not worried- he’s surprisingly uninterested, even knowing I’ve blogged about him. His only concerns were that he remain unnamed and unidentifiable to random googlers. I promised.
So, does this really change anything? Not so much. Is it possible he may click in and read once in a while? Sure. Is it likely? Actually, not really. Will I wonder if he’s reading? Probably for a week or so, until I forget he knows where to find me. The benefit of life with someone who finds the internet a little dull is that he drags me away from the screen to have the adventures I write about.
But just in case he’s reading…
I love you.
And just in case he’s not…
Truth still available here.