A day or so ago (I don't actually know because we're talking Time Zones here), someone linked me in her blog. Because she didn't mention me by name, I clicked the link and then shook my computer a couple of times to figure out what was wrong. Why was I looking at my own page? Sometimes I'm not as smart as I pretend to be.
I was, of course, ridiculously pleased when I figured it all out. And I know that I should link her too, but I can't. I can't because there's still a little piece of 7th grader in me who is not so interested in sharing friends. Okay true, I have never and probably will never meet her. But I don't like the idea of people wanting to talk about her blog with me. You know, implying that they know her better and that they're better friends and so forth. And then the next thing you know they're calling me and telling me what she's done next, totally ruining the surprise when I sit down and check in on all my favorite writers.
So there. And since I'm not giving it up, I'll entice you further. I encountered her blog just before she started with one of those dating services. She went on A Lot of dates. And then she met someone she liked and dumped all the others (without even asking us). What has ensued sometimes makes me forget that I am reading someone's journal. It's more like a novel, where she gives just enough information to make us wonder What On Earth will happen next. And because I think it's a novel I go out of my mind when she casually mentions that she sometimes hears noises in her house and that it was comforting to have her dog except now she doesn't have the dog..... In a novel you can't possibly have mysterious noises and no companion canine unless.... oh unless.... and all those dates and the mysterious boyfriend whose job sometimes takes him out of town.....
It's all very compelling.
And maybe sometime I will grow up and share her with you. If I do (or if you find her on your own), please remember and never forget, she was my friend first.
Oh, and for the people reading this who actually know her - please disregard the bit about me being friends with her first. See, I am a totally fair and reasonable 7th grader.