“The trouble is,” I said to PolitiGal over post-work drinks, “is that because of how we’ve met, he has access to it...”
Over the previous couple of weeks, banter with a guy I know from the online dealings in my life had become far more frequent, and faintly more flirty. After a couple of days of vague suggestion on either part, Sports Nut and I decided to meet for a glass of wine.
PolitiGal and I had already covered the obvious peculiarities of the situation – that neither of us had any idea what the other looked like, nor - in his case - an idea of my name.
But whilst might be the case, Sports Nut does have access to a relatively detailed account of the ways in which I’ve spent the past five years: the ups, the downs, and the generally inappropriate.
“Well, I suppose you don’t know for sure whether he’s read it or not,” said PolitiGal optimistically. “He might not have done.”
“True – but I can hardly ask him, can I?! “Excuse me, have you read any of the posts on the blog that you may or may not have seen? If you’ve not already, could you refrain from doing so?!” If he hasn’t, and I say that, I’m only going to pique his curiosity.”
“Hmm, well there is that,” she said, perusing the drinks menu ahead of another round of cocktails. “But, when you think about it, is it actually so bad?”
I raised an eyebrow, thinking about various incidents chronicled that show me in a less-than-ideal light.
“No, think about it for a second...” I slipped the menu from PolitiGal’s fingers and perused it whilst she made her case. “Well, if he hasn’t, then it’s all well and good. He won’t know about all the... bits and pieces, and you can enjoy admitting them to him as and when. And, if he does, then he clearly doesn’t think there’s anything in there heinous enough to keep him from wanting to have a drink with you.”
“I suppose so,” I said. “That’s a very glass-half-full way of looking at things.”
“Speaking of which, we are both glass very empty.” She stood up from the table. “What are we having next?”
Potentially, a deeply embarrassing situation.
Words and smiles and conkers.
19 hours ago