Well, it was bound to happen again sooner or later. On Friday, I was recognized by someone who reads my blog.
The first time it happened was at the Eagle, and it was a fellow blogger. He turned out to be a real sweet kid and I actually went to one of his summer backyard parties. I was the oldest person in attendance, but it was still fun.
He and his partner have since moved to Florida. (sad face)
This time, I was also recognized in a gay bar. However, it was a gay bar that I’ve only ever been to once before. (Some friends invited me out for drinks after work on Friday, and since I hadn’t seen them in forever, I said sure. And they chose an off-my-beaten-path bar).
What a crazy, random happenstance!
Anyway, I’m at the bar, getting ready to order my beer when I hear a guy off to my right say, “CB??”
I turned slowly, and said, “Yeaaaaah?” as I looked rather quizzically at
my stalker the guy, trying to decide if I needed to reach over the bar and grab a bottle and break it so that I had a weapon handy.
“Hi! I read your blog!” he says cheerfully.
Even though from the use of “cb” I sorta assumed he knew me from my blog, it was good to get confirmation from him. I officially introduced myself and discovered that his name is Eric. (Or Erik. Or Erich. Or Ayrick. Imma bet it’s the last one- he seems gayfancy like that.)
I asked which blogger he was and if he ever comments– and sadly I learned he does not do either. He merely lurks and reads… which is fine. Although cb likey the external validation provided by the comments. <== hint
And apparently he rather enjoys the Friday comix which made me glad. I got the impression that they are why he reads me. And it’s always so nice to get positive feedback (even if it isn’t in written comment form *cough cough*)
Since I was with my friends, and he was with a separate “work-related” group we parted ways after our drinks came. But I told him to seek me out when he had a chance so we could chat a bit more. He said he would.
After all, it is honestly a bit unsettling to meet someone who knows so very much about you, when you know absolutely nothing about them in return. I felt like Deanna Troi when she lost her betazoid empathic abilities!
Unfortunately, though, he left the bar before I got a chance to learn any more details about my newly discovered reader
Jeffrey Dahmer Ayrick.
Perhaps now that I’m calling him out in blog-form, he’ll post a comment or contact me some way so that we can open a dialogue where we talk about me some more.
Or at least talk about what he thinks of me.
I just hope he doesn’t try to hobble my cockadoody ankles.