Passing notes in school
On Friday, I realized that I got caught passing notes in school… Or, the blogger equivalent… SiR read my blog… All of it, and he knows everything I wrote, and some of the background for the rest. Definitely creating a new layer of honesty in our relationship.
I never kept the fact that I had a blog secret from SiR. In fact, he knew about the blog the first night we saw each other again. He also knew that I wrote about him; about our relationship. But, I didn’t share the address with him. And, he didn’t ask. It’s not that I wouldn’t have answered any question he asked truthfully.
Well, SiR is pretty smart. He used his keen investigative skills and figured out the address, and read it all. He confessed this to me on Friday night – after I told him I was feeling paranoid that we’d break up between Christmas and New Year’s.
Needless to say, I was mortified… By reading the blog, he learned all about my thoughts on our relationship. After the inital shock, play-hitting him a few times, and hiding under my pillow, I realised I was okay with it.
He told me that he found out the address just before Christmas, and I was shocked. Even though he knew everything I wrote about him, us and me, he wasn’t scared away. Most men would have been freaked out by the reference to marriage, or about the raw honesty in the blog. SiR said that he wasn’t – that the blog confirmed what he thought I was thinking.
The discussion about the blog created a new degree of honesty in our relationship, a new level of intimacy in our conversations. He told me a few other things that I didn’t know… Like the fact that his sister told him to either “piss or get off the pot” when it comes to me (she’s really smart); and that his Mom nudged him a week or two ago, saying “she’s the one”.
And, I told him - in no uncertain terms - that if it didn't work out this time, there would be no more... "Three strikes and you're out" I said.
I think we understand each other better now, and that we’re not as scared to talk about things that seem taboo when a couple first starts dating – like the thought of having kids.
We’re still having fun, and I look forward to seeing where our adventure takes us.
I never kept the fact that I had a blog secret from SiR. In fact, he knew about the blog the first night we saw each other again. He also knew that I wrote about him; about our relationship. But, I didn’t share the address with him. And, he didn’t ask. It’s not that I wouldn’t have answered any question he asked truthfully.
Well, SiR is pretty smart. He used his keen investigative skills and figured out the address, and read it all. He confessed this to me on Friday night – after I told him I was feeling paranoid that we’d break up between Christmas and New Year’s.
Needless to say, I was mortified… By reading the blog, he learned all about my thoughts on our relationship. After the inital shock, play-hitting him a few times, and hiding under my pillow, I realised I was okay with it.
He told me that he found out the address just before Christmas, and I was shocked. Even though he knew everything I wrote about him, us and me, he wasn’t scared away. Most men would have been freaked out by the reference to marriage, or about the raw honesty in the blog. SiR said that he wasn’t – that the blog confirmed what he thought I was thinking.
The discussion about the blog created a new degree of honesty in our relationship, a new level of intimacy in our conversations. He told me a few other things that I didn’t know… Like the fact that his sister told him to either “piss or get off the pot” when it comes to me (she’s really smart); and that his Mom nudged him a week or two ago, saying “she’s the one”.
And, I told him - in no uncertain terms - that if it didn't work out this time, there would be no more... "Three strikes and you're out" I said.
I think we understand each other better now, and that we’re not as scared to talk about things that seem taboo when a couple first starts dating – like the thought of having kids.
We’re still having fun, and I look forward to seeing where our adventure takes us.
posted by Eclectic Optimist @ 8:53 DU
4 Comments:
At 10:28 DU,
Some intriguing Rascal said…
"Keen investigative skills"? Such as looking over at your monitor while sitting side by side with you on your brothers couch when you pop open your laptop? It didn't exactly take James Bond, hun :P
At 6:37 DU,
Calamity Jen said…
LOL -- so THAT'S what SiR stands for!
At 9:26 DU,
Some intriguing Rascal said…
Again there Calamity Jen I was being silly. I made that up to fit the SiR moniker. Though S and R are my first and last initials, my middle initial is "A". We can only guess as to why The Eclectic One chose that. Perhaps she thought it sounded better than my actual initials, as they're more commonly known as the acronym for Sudden Acute Respiratory Syndrome......
At 5:24 DU,
Calamity Jen said…
No, you definitely don't want to be SaR. The next time I find myself in a boring lecture or on public transit without reading material, I'll have to come up with all sorts of other things that fit SiR.
In the meantime... take care of our Eclectic Optimist. She's one special person!
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