What I'm about to tell you is a true story.
I went to bed one night. I drew the wonderfully thick gray velvet curtain and snuggled in under my duvet, curled onto my side, like I do, thats just how I sleep, and drifted off to that place. That place, that we all know and love.
Nick usually stays up later than I do, doing his thing or something else, or who knows what, because Im asleep and I can't tell. And thats fine and dandy and it works.
So now that you know that, you should know this: on the night in mind this guy wakes me up at some odd hour of the morning, too early for me to formulate the thinking process to actually tell time, so we'll just stick with what I said, early. He wakes me up and tells me something. And just moments before, I was unconscious, remember? So naturally it takes me a few minutes to really understand but did he really just say that he read my blog? My entire blog!? Oh and he still has it up and open to his favorite post. Geez-louise!
Is it wrong that I was a little shocked? Putting this stuff out here, out into the blogosphere, is really a leap. It takes a lot to go from anonymously living day to day to sharing all these little details with who knows how many strangers. And it is real to me, it is and has been from day one, but to have someone you actually know read your things, and accept them, and like them, makes it really, really real. Because isn't it much easier to submit yourself to the scrutiny of people you don't know? It is for me, very much so.
In my grogginess, though, I knew this for sure: I had never felt more flattered. Me oh my, this boy, this wonderful man of mine, took his time and made his way through my blog in the middle of the night - and enjoyed it!
And there it is guys, all the facts. And I conclude he's a keeper.