Cover Blown

Yesterday afternoon I did a little hour of happiness with my Sal Pal. It was so refreshing and much needed.

We added some people then subtracted some people.. until it was just me, Sal Pal, and a guy coach.

We’re sitting there chattin it up when Sal Pal goes, “Oh yeah, and that one blog post you wrote about!”

And the guy coach proceeds to say, “YOU have a BLOG????”

Cue sweaty palms, glares at Sal Pal, and all around sheer panic. I started stuttering and back tracking and really had no clue what to say but it went a little something like this.

“You don’t strike me as a blogger!”

Uh, thanks? I never really thought I’d be here either, but here I am!

“Let me see it!”

We’re not at that level of friendship yet? Is that socially acceptable to say? I didn't mean that in a bad way. It’s so personal!

“What do you even blog about?”

Uh… life? Anything, and everything. I’ll probably blog about this. Cue laughter. No, really. I will probably blog about this.

“Don’t worry. Your secret is safe with me.”

That would be great, because I really do not want anyone to know. I’m ok with you knowing, I just don’t want it to be out on display for my whole school or district to see.

“But it’s on the internet.. so really, anyone can see it, right?”

Well yes, but that’s totally different.

Sidenote: I finally ended up showing him and he actually thought “this is really cool.” He loved Duck Dude’s nickname and we even got into a discussion about the “this is not advice” post.

How do you react when your secret identity is not so secret anymore?
And it's Friday!!!!!