Okay world, it’s time to let you all in on a little secret. Contrary to popular opinion, I don’t wake up at 6:00am every morning. When I manage to publish a new blog post by 7:30 it’s because I’ve written it the day before. Blogs like mine, you see, have a nifty little scheduling feature, whereby you can write posts days or even weeks in advance and then set them to post whenever you’d like.
I probably shouldn’t be telling you this—all of the other bloggers are going to kill me now—but seeing as several of my girlfriends have suddenly started comparing their productivity to mine (“How do you do that every morning? You are so disciplined! I feel so lazy!!!”) I wanted to set the record straight: my supposed “discipline” and “productivity” are but an illusion, brought to you by WordPress.
Now, moving on this past weekend, which I spent with The European at my parents’ beach rental in Ventnor:
I’m not sure how much I should say about it, firstly because I don’t what he’s comfortable with me disclosing (probably very little) and secondly because I don’t really know where we’re “at” relationship-wise. I will say this however: it was very lovely, probably the loveliest time I’ve had with a man since TWD and I went on our first cruise together two years ago.
We drank wine and listened to jazz and talked and laughed and ate sushi and strolled along the beach hand in hand looking for abandoned sand castles to jump on top of as the sun began to set and the rain began to fall. He tells me I’m “an enigma” and I tell him he is “a little bit crazy” and bit by bit, our secrets come out. I don’t love all of them—mine or his—but they’re there. And they’re out in the open. And we’re still speaking the next morning, still intrigued, still kissing over a breakfast of yogurt and cantaloupe, even though there is nothing particularly romantic about yogurt and cantaloupe…
Suffice it to say, I didn’t have much time to blog over the weekend. And I think, perhaps, that this just might be a good thing.