I have a little confession to make: I was not the most popular girl in my high school. I know this sets me apart among bloggers, most of whom ruled the school from their posts as Science Team captain or editor of the Literary Magazine. I, however, tended to be somewhat socially awkward, which was a perfect complement to my outgoingness and non-conformity. Molly Ringwald had those legs going for her, but otherwise I was a candidate for Pretty in Pink.
Perhaps it is the lingering memory of that discomfort that has kept me from meeting any bloggers in person. I know you like my writing, but what if you don’t like me? What if it’s just like it was with Blaine and you ditch me for a snooty blonde?
However, the time has come. I have found my courage. Today, while the boys are in preschool, I am going to meet my very first blogger IRL for coffee. I figure that since she lives five minutes from where the boys go to school, we should give it a shot. Of course, Governor Schwarzenegger lives nearby, too, but we didn’t invite him along. We’d have invited Callista Flockhart, but she doesn’t eat or drink anything with calories.
I know this blogger won’t be offended by the public breastfeeding, but everything else is up for grabs. What if she’s way cooler than I am? What if we have nothing in common? What if I get lettuce in my teeth?
Note to self: avoid lettuce.