Progress Report
Mr. D and I exchanged Hannukah gifts that were of comparable (albeit sliding scale) seriousness. I got him a huge fancy hard-covered dictionary and inserted post-its with words that we’ve agreed should exist. The gift isn’t really that random: he was complaining about his crappy abridged collegiate dictionary, and then I shared the stonglyworded glossary with him, and since we’ve been exchanging all kinds of neologisms. For example: “off-registry” (adj.). Spontaneous, creative. Origins: increasing dependence on wedding/gift registries. Usage: “You painted it fuschia? Wow, you really went off-registry there.”
Of course, I was worried that he wouldn’t get me a present at all, or that he’d get me something in the scented candle category. But no. I am the joyful recipient of a pink version of this. (On our first date, I mentioned all your endorsements of it, and he went to town.)
Mr. D also knows about the blog, because he asked me point-blank if I have one. He doesn’t want to read it, which pleases me. But he knows he’s been called Mr. D, and has requested a name-change. If any of you have a good alternative, let me know. Otherwise we may have to switch to “The guy formerly known as Mr. D.” We’ve talked about how to handle his presence in the blogosphere, and basically all he asked was that I refrain from naming his workplace, using his real name, and sharing intimate details. No prob, because my general blog guidelines already include: 1) not to using any identifying details about myself or my people 2) not to write anything about anyone that I wouldn’t say to his/her face and 3) not to write anything that would horrify higher-ups at work, if, God-forbid, they stumbled across this. Fellow bloggers: I’m curious about your limits and boundaries—please share.
Another triumph: Mr. D debuted at my Saturday night dinner party. He performed well. He helped me with the dishes afterwards (and there were a lot—8 people and no dishwasher). Most importantly: we engaged in a long debrief.
If I weren’t the world’s most superstitious and paranoid person ever born, I’d say things were going well.
Posted by Dori at 1:11 PM
4 Comments
My general rule when it comes to maintaing anonymity with my blog is that I only use nicknames or first names if they have a common name. I also don't tell my closest friends and family where to find my blog, merely that I have one, so that I can write freely. I am also very careful to never associate my name with my blog so it doesn't come up in Google searches for me.
Basically my blog is my place to talk about whatever I want in any tone I want, and I maintain that by keeping the world of readers totally seperate from the real world. I'm sure there are people in both, but they just don't know it.
He bought you a Nano?? I love him already.
Wow, like a month of dating and he bought you an IPod. This bodes very well for the future, girlie.
Sounds like a very good first gift exchange--those can be very telling.
As for the blog, I do not blog under my own name, and I don't tend to air any dirty laundry in public. Sweetheart has a much higher privacy need than I do, and I think it is reasonable to honor that.
I can post that I called in crazy to work--but I choose not to post about any challenges the two of us are having.
I think you should let Mr. D choose his own name. I chose mine because it is what I wanted to name my cat but was overruled by a 4 year old about a week before I started the blog. Go figure.
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