When Bloggers Eat

Call it When Bloggers Eat, not quite a sequel to When Bloggers Meet. The Misanthrope and I joined forces again and enjoyed a very pleasant meal together. I have intentionally been very circumspect about who I was willing to meet in real life.

My blog is the scene of the crime. It is the place where I have laid bare my soul, created crazy tales of a tortured soul and engaged in all sorts of nonsense. This place, this little corner of cyberspace is a contradiction. It is a refuge and an asylum. I have a love/hate relationship with it.

Blog relationships follow a different speed than real life. Readers gain access to the skeletons in the closet far faster than they would in real life. Sometimes they learn about painful and or embarrassing experiences that you might not share.

The Misanthrope is one of the original readers. He has been suffering through these posts since Dubya’s first term way back in 2004. Clearly he is a social worker and or as disturbed as I am, why else would he hang out here. 😉

We had a great time. He is easy to talk to. We cover the normal realm of conversation and can slip into a comfortable discussion about blogging and Twitter. The funny look that sometimes accompanies the revelation that I am a blogger and the questions that follow don’t exist here.

Anyway, I enjoyed our time together and it gave me all sorts of ideas for some new posts. The big question is whether I will actually get to them. Well, we shall see. And with that I’ll end this and mull over how to convert those ideas into real posts.

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