Busted

I was at the mall with my ex today. Yes, we have gone out a few times since that last day. We’re exes on good terms. Not really friends yet but hey, it’s a start and I’m really happy. But that’s not what this entry is about.

“I heard there was a book launch yesterday,” I said while we were walking aimlessly around the mall. “I read a number of posts about it.”

“Yeah, I heard about that too,” he replied.

“You know, blog-hopping has made me consider creating my own blog,” I said. My ex is a blogger, but he didn’t know that I already had a blog. I was curious how he would react to the idea.

“Yeah, you should make one. You write quite well.” So he was okay with it. I decided to prod a bit more.

“If I made a blog, will you read my posts?” I asked.

“Yes, probably,” he answered right away.

“Well, what if I made a blog but told you not to read my posts, will you read then?”

“It might be a better idea if you just didn’t tell me about your blog. Well, actually, that wouldn’t really help because the blogosphere is quite small. I’ll probably find your blog one way or another. And then I’ll read.”

“What if I actually have a blog now? Would you go looking for it?”

“No, but like I said, I’d probably find it somehow.”

There were a few more exchanges like this until finally, he blurted out, “You have a blog. I know about it and I’ve read your entries.”

“Really? Well, if I really have a blog, what is it like?” I asked, pretending to be amused. I wanted to validate his claim without giving out anything.

“Two column layout. White-grayish theme,” he said.

“Pretty generic description,” I challenged.

“And your name is Ex Jason.”

“Oh.”

“You know, you really suck at keeping secrets.”


Lol. So much for anonymity.