It’s out there on the internet, minus my face. And for the second time tonight, that feels safe. I try to think of my blog as a place women can go to gather their courage. Hell, if I can do it, anyone can. Maybe I can give them the confidence they need to go through with it.
I’m inspired by the steaminess of the encounter that seems so impersonal and personal at the same time. It was like we were vibing together and separately. After I get all of that out in my blog post, I feel good about it. I check the spelling one more time, and then hit publish.
The other positive thing about this blog is that it is a record of my life these days. I don’t write about trips to the grocery store. Or the microwave dinners I make for myself when I don’t feel like working up a full dinner for one. I tal
