Date #8 Cardinal Sins: Mr. I-Read-Your-Blog (Mr. IRYB)

Date #8 Cardinal Sins: Mr. I-Read-Your-Blog (Mr. IRYB)

I have a cardinal rule: I never date anyone who read this blog or listens to the podcast. Those are the breaks. I do get a lot of e-mails (mostly from horny guys ) looking to take me out to dinner Or meet for a coffee, or a drink.

Part of the reason I do this is because generally the guys who read this blog and want to go out with me are only interested in sex. They want to have sex with me. Or they want me to write about having sex with them. I want a guy who can bring more to the table. Wanting to have sex with me isn’t a good enough reason. It should be about a meeting of the minds.

Secondly, I generally don’t put my picture up. I’m not shy about my looks, but really I don’t want to implicate any of the guys I’ve been with. Also, it would be a bit weird if everyone at work know. Most people at my work know anyhow, but not the big bosses. Because I don’t put my picture up the guys that read my blog / listen to the podcast have formed a picture of me in their minds. And if I were to meet them, I’d be competing against that perfect image in their head. I wouldn’t ever want to be a let down. Furthermore I wouldn’t want to go out with them and have them expect me to talk about sex the whole time.

So that’s the reason why in the past 18 months I’ve declined 94 dates from fans of the blog & podcast. Actually, the celebs I’ve gone out with have read the blog, so naturally I’ve made exceptions for them. But as far as civilians go, I’ve turned down every offer – that is until Wednesday. I actually went out on a date with one of my fans. (I hate that term, “fans.” It makes me sound arrogant and bigger than I actually am. But for lack of a better word I’m using it here.)

The funny thing is, I expected the date to be bad. Not totally bad, but I thought that we would be mismatched. I expected him to be an arrogant wanker.

I was pleasantly surprised to find out that Mr. IRYB is a lovely guy. Handsome. Sweet. Charming; the perfect gentleman. I’m not saying this because he’s potentially reading it. I genuinely had great time and enjoyed his company. Hopefully I’ll get to know him much better. And I can’t wait to kiss him again.