Rory finds love, via the internets: Someone googles his site, writes to him, he writes back, and a few months later everything’s smoochy.

I’d be lying if I said I’d never entertained the notion that something similar might happen to me… although the thought of someone taking an interest via intepid is also slighty discomfiting, because she would have instant access to nearly four years of entries with which to form an opinion. So by the time we meet she’d have done all the research and know everything there is to know about me– and I’d still know nothing about her. This is why I generally don’t tell people I meet about my blog until I’ve gotten to know them a little.

I try not to self-censor too much here. Although I’ve always avoided writing about the private details of my life (which could fill a small notebook) I don’t avoid exposing my weaknesses and insecurities. That I’m comfortable doing so is probably because I’ve had such a good run at it, with virtually no nastiness or abuse coming back at me via comments and feedbacks– As far as I can recall I’ve only ever deleted one non-spam comment, and that wasn’t abusive so much as merely tactless.

So thanks everyone, for being so damn nice :)