… that “real” friends of mine read this blog too (hello T).
And then, when I remember (as I did this weekend when I received a text enquiring after “the crush”) I turn a hideous shade of puce and a wash of shame sweeps over me. Especially as T, dear friend that he is, may well have been discussed previously on this blog.
So what now? Do I censor myself, just because of T? Or, do I, more likely, see this blog as an opportunity for T and I to carry on our friendship in an odd, one-sided manner, where he gets to hear all about my dull problems and I never get to hear his?
I’m all embarrassed now, don’t know what to write. And certainly don’t want to divulge the details of the very young man (well, 24) who ended up in my bed on Friday night.
24 young men in your bed?!!! Blimey.
I say post it and forget T… When one of my best friends referred to the boy as “Mr Delhi” I nearly choked on my wine but, as long as she’s pretending she’s not reading, I’m writing like I don’t know.
In the nicest possible way, bugger T. Your public needs to know!
Oh Moo! I don’t know what to say. You? And a young man? In bed? Together? Oh. I’m so…
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Bugger him, keep posting!
If T is trustworthy, then fine, but it’s the risk you take. Seems a shame to shut the doors just because of one person,but be more careful in future about sharing it.