Well, for anyone out there who might be listening / reading this, I think I’m about to be exposed. My girlfriend suggested last summer that I write a blog, and apparently so I have. The Uh-oh is that I never told her; I think I mentioned it in the beginning but we were busy, working, family, grandchildren, etc. and I never followed up the conversation and neither did she. Then out of the blue a couple of days ago, she sends me a link for some writing contests and asks that all-important question, “Have you written anything lately?” Well, not really, unless you count this blog. Which I didn’t mention and I don’t know why.
At this point, insert a pause because I do know why; I have no idea if I’ve written anything in here that might hurt her. I don’t think I have but she is a woman after all and we’re a moody crowd. Some days just about anything is enough for a few tears. I’m not well known for my tact and well, frankly, I’m a little scared that I might have vented about something that might hurt her feelings somehow. God knows we do not need a set-back in our relationship. I think by this time she knows that she is THE only woman in my life and, for once in my life, I’m happy, content, not looking around to see who might be looking at me. I know that sounds improbable but it’s completely true. For once I have no desire / no designs on any woman but her. She is that true love I have waited for. Egad, look how mushy she makes me. *sigh*
So, crowd of mine, friends that I don’t really know, as well as any strangers among you, do I confess and send her a link, or do I wait it out and see if she discovers this alternative life of mine on her own?
Lori, if you ever do read this, I love you; this blog wasn’t about you, it’s about me. It’s my past in a nutshell. It’s my attempt to make sense out of things that have happened to me, that continue to happen, etc. It’s my way of processing and remembering, my way of putting it down before I forget everything. Yes, there are stories with other names in them but I’ve only shared those to establish who I am today. They are most definitely my past. You are my present and my future. I think I can say with some certainty that 100% of any erotica is fiction and any names used are simply because my imagination couldn’t come up with a different one apparently.
Anyway, anyone out there, give me strength, give me advice, tell me I’m a cad if I am, tell me if I’m wrong, if I’m right. I’m so afraid of hurting this gentle soul that I love so much. And if you know how to delete this, tell me because I can’t figure it out; yes, I’ve looked. Color me challenged, while I change my name to Uh-oh.