see, i am not really writing much about the date because i did have a good time... and because the RHB™ actually has a computer and i think after my 4th Harp last night i was blathering about my site (shut up erin! do not tell someone that you are on a date with about your site! haven't you said that time and time again?)
yeah, so, anyway... there i am telling him about the blog... his eyes grow wide... i tell him about my "stalkers" (he says i should call them "fans" - i prefer the more sinister "stalker" term, myself - since people send me gifts [although it's been a couple of months since i received anything... *cough* *cough* *ahem*] like the coffee maker, the oscillating fan, the books, the roses, the margarita set, etc...)
me: "well, there's this thing called 'blogging'..."
RHB™: "eh, what? blog...?" [quizzical look]
me: "it's like a journal... people read it and link to me... i link to their sites... it's like a community, but world-wide... it's sort of like a diary that i put out there about my life for everyone to read... [his eyes widen] i get a lot of visitors... my site was briefly mentioned by Reuters" (he doesn't have to know that it wasn't in the most flattering way...)
RHB™: "you don't have your address on there do you?"
me: "no. oh, and just to let you know, you are known as the RHB™ short for Red Headed Boy and you are now trademarked"
RHB™: "..."
to his credit, he didn't run.
i may have used the term "stalker" one too many times on the date, though... that's probably not a good thing.
