‘What do you write about?’
‘Err…. ermm… errrr….’
This is me, one Wednesday night back in January. Two cocktails down and a nice software engineer is asking me about my writing. I might complain that none of the men I go on dates with seem to be remotely interested in my life, but it’s a damn sight more complicated when they are.
‘What do you write about?’ ‘What sort of thing do you write?’ ‘Is it fiction?’
And I am lost for words.
I explained this dilemma to a male friend the other day.
‘Why don’t you just tell them?’ he says.
‘Because… it would take a very confident guy not to run for the hills, wouldn’t it?’
‘But don’t you want to date someone very confident?’
There’s a pause.
‘Yeah I s’pose.’
‘So what have you got to lose?’ He starts to laugh. ‘You can begin your next post, ‘Last night I decided to be honest…’.
I join in laughing. So this is what it would be like, discussing the blog openly with a clever, funny, attractive man. And it’s not so bad.