“You have a what?” my girlfriend stops mid-chew to ask.
“A blog”
“A blog?” She inquires once again as if I’d just taken out my Spok ears and Light Saber.
“Yes. A blog”
Note to self: Water spillage is great for awkward silences.
“What exactly do you do with a blog?”
“Write stuff”
“What kind of stuff?”
“You know…just stuff”
“And people read it?”
“Well yeah, that’s kinda the point”
“Do you get paid for it?”
“Uh, no”
“And do you like…do it all the time?”
“Uh, yeah”
Clank. Scrape. Clank. Chew.
More water. What a Klutz.
“I don’t get it” she announced “You do it all the time and you don’t get paid for it? What’s the point?”
“I don’t get paid for sex either but I still do it”
Point digested.
“So…..have you ever…er….you know… written about me?”
Clank.Clank. Chew. Chew.
No water.
“Not yet”
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