nudity and paper bags...

I have come to the conclusion that anonymous relatioinship blogging is like running down Main Street naked, with a paper bag over your head. Really, you're sharing some pretty intimate information, with the feeling of utter invincibility of not having your real name attached to it.

But, sooner or later, someone is going to recognise that mole on your right butt-cheek.

Mr. UK found out about my blog. From me, of course...I'm no good at all at keeping my own secrets. Tonight, he badgered me into giving him the web address...my only hope now is that he was so hammered at the time that he may not remember. And forgot to bookmark it...

It's not like I have a whole bunch to hide. Really. And it's not like I've ever said anything BAD about him. But it's a wierd feeling to know that he can now read my utterly uncencored thoughts on him...and other men...I don't know if I'm really comfortable about that. Strange. I'm much more comfortable with the idea of utterly random strangers reading all of this...

On the bright side, after badgering me into giving him the URL, he went on to mention that "next time", he will book the tickets with a much shorter lead-time...apparently three weeks of anticipation is simply too much for the poor man...now THAT's a compliment!