What I didn’t tell you about Joe was that, the whole time we were dating, I didn’t know whether or not he’d found this blog. It came up in an early conversation. I might have said something like ‘I write a blog’, except that that would have been silly.
‘What’s it about?’
‘Errr… dating, sort of.’
Joe looks intrigued.
‘What’s it called?’
‘Err I can’t really say.’
He laughs.
‘Well, what’s the tagline?’
‘Errr…’
Is a tagline searchable? He works in IT: whether or not I think it’s searchable is irrelevant.
‘I guess I can tell you – it’s ‘the highs and lows of a London love life’.’
He senses my discomfort.
‘Don’t worry, if you don’t want to talk about it, that’s fine!’
‘Thanks, best not.’
Memories of Plane Guy.
The conversation takes a different turn.
***
When Joe II appears on the scene, I will be better prepared. Hopefully I won’t mention the blog, but in order to avoid sounding like a layabout, I probably will. And he’ll say…
‘What’s it about?’
‘It’s romantic comedy…’
That way, I sound career-minded. I sound like the next Richard Curtis. I sound like a woman with a plan.
And I will have no excuse not to give him the link.
