As I'm yet aboard the dating train (Weird. A snippet from Billy Joel's "Piano Man" -- "and probably will be for life" -- just came into my head. Tsk, tsk, that's not positive thinking!), I'm still conducting and being observed through a series of bizarre interviews (a.k.a. online profiles, messaging, phone conversations, and meetups).
Recently, I've given some of my prospective partner candidates the address of my blog, and even, horror of horrors, my Twitta. Some seemed to enjoy it, but in some, it produced intimidation. When I whined about this to some friends, they claimed similar experiences. Do men need a woman who's not quite as smart or less independent than they are to feel good about themselves? Maybe some do. If that's so, this blog serves as a double-edged sword, slicing some out of the equation.
It just underscores what I've said before: writing both validates and betrays me. It allows me to show crystalline facets of who I am, but those facets slice into people and their feelings sometimes. I'll keep doing it though, and truly, I don't do enough. If no one tells the truth, how will we ever know more than we do now?
"And they sit at the bar, and put bread in my jar, and say, 'Man, what are you doing here?'" -- B. Joel