When I saw the subject line, entitled, "A Small Bit of Unusual Seriousness," I froze.
As I read the first words of The Lawyer's email, I realized that he was reading this site. If someone hadn't pointed him in the direction of the URL, he had to have at least seen excerpts. Why else would he have written me the following email two nights after I wrote about him being married:
This is a dick move, and I really apologize because it was my suggestion to meet up again and I offered brunch on Sunday, but is it weird and would you hate me if we delayed our next "hanging out" until after the start of November? Seems like a very long way away, so I understand if it is both weird AND you hate me because of it... if that's the case we can talk it out.
I would be a fool not to acknowledge the significance of "after the start of November," so I spent an hour writing a thoughtful, apologetic email about privacy and the inappropriateness of talking about this situation on a site that mutual friends are reading. Right before I hit "send," it occurred to me that what he wrote may have simply been pure coincidence and have had nothing to do with the timing of my last post about him.
Instead, I deleted the email and asked him if any of my actions or writings contributed to whatever prompted his email. He said no, and asked what I was talking about. I never answered.
It's possible that this blog has nothing to do with what he wrote. But, I'm not sure. I need to talk to him, and make sure that it's OK to keep telling this story.
Sorry, internet, this is what happens when your real life and your internet life collide. Oh, and the whole prioritizing studying above blogging thing doesn't help either.