On Friday night, I had a conversation with a fellow single-gal blogger over at the ever-delightful Simply Solo. About half an hour in, she asked, “So what really happened with the Man from Marshalls?”
“Him? “ I replied. Oh jeez. “We had a big fight, but he asked me not to write about it.”
“And Date #17?”
“That one’s so hard to explain…”
But I did my best, and upon completing my rather complicated account of our demise I decided to ask a few questions of my own.
“What’s the deal with ‘Chef’?” (“Chef” is the name of her current “suitor.”)
She gave me the scoop and then lowered her voice before saying, “I have a confession to make.”
I held my breath; I figured it would be something really dramatic—something to do with “Chef” perhaps?— but it had nothing to do with her love life, actually. She’d simply fallen behind on reading my blog.
“It’s okay,” I assured her. To be honest, I was flattered that she even reads my blog.
“You should do a re-cap once a week,” she suggested, “for those of us who can’t keep up with the day-to-day.”
My brother suggested the same thing a while ago but I thought this was simply because he’s not all that into the written word. (Sometimes I find it hard to believe that we’re actually related.)
In any event, I’ve decided to make Mondays “Readers Digest Day” here at After I Quit My Day Job (that is, until I get bored with the idea). I’ve added a new page to my blog called “Your Questions” which I like to think is pretty self explanatory but just in case you’re reading this before you first cup of coffee, here’s how it’s gonna work.
Step 1) Scroll up.
Step 2) Click on “Your Questions” (look for the legs in the top, right hand corner).
Step 3) Leave a comment in the form of some burning query you’d like me to answer in next Monday’s Reader’s Digest report. (For example, “Did you agree to go out with Old Soup again or not?”)
I promise that I’ll answer these questions to best of my ability although some subjects, I’m afraid, will be off limits due to the human nature of my “subject matter…”
Until next time, cross your fingers. If all goes according to plan, I should have a date tonight with an actual civilian (by which I mean someone I did not meet through the convoluted vortex of cyber chemistry; evidently flirting is one of those “transferable” skills).