the two hundreth post (much better).

Since the 100th post this blog has produced some interesting developments – like I was asked to write a one-act play about 20-something issues by a small New York production company. Also I was contacted by a bar that’s actually interested in offering name-tags as a social experiment. And the other day my Mom and I had a really constructive conversation about the relative risks involved in online dating.

Life: changed.

So with 200 posts behind us I figure I should come clean about something.

I’m not sold on this blog. It’s a real love/hate situation for me. I’m committed to it and inspired by it and currently in bed with it (literally – ha), but sometimes I think – fuck – this was not a good idea. This is going to have negative effects that I’m not fully aware of; this blog is like my microwave, or that birth control you only take four times a year, or Coke Zero.

Then I think — riiight — many of my very specific thoughts on all issues relating to dating and men are available for public consumption on the world wide web. If you were, say, a guy who wanted to date me (and if you are I don’t know what the hell you’re waiting for) you could find everything you think you need to know to make a final decision on me here within these 200 posts. It wouldn’t be everything you actually need to know, but we wouldn’t get that far on account of my so freely revealing that I can’t subtract double digits and sleep in bed that’s on rack raisers.

When the blog comes up with people who don’t already know about it I say things like, “it’s just a little thing I write” or “it’s sort of like a column without a magazine.”

“What is it about?” they ask. And I say, “oh all sort of issues about being in your 20’s.”

“Like relationship stuff?” they ask, and I say, “Yeah…a little…”

Then they say, “wow, so you’re a blogger?” And I say, “nah – I wouldn’t really say that.”

Then I go home and stay up ’til 1am writing 700 words on the relative importance of waiting three days to call which I’ll publish to the internet via a service called blogger.com.

Hypocritical – not exactly. Confusing – you have no idea.

I dislike most blogs and really the idea of all blogs and so whenever someone tells me that they enjoy mine I am overly grateful and genuinely surprised. This is not dissimilar to the reaction I have when a guy expresses that he really likes me as I dislike most girls and can’t really get behind the idea of us in general.

Neuroses aside – this blog has been very good to me, so it’s time to stop treating it like I don’t want it to hang out with me because it has Bells Palsy and some people might get uncomfortable.

From the 201st post on I am a blogger. I write a blog that is 99% about relationships. That blog is only available on the Internet and there are no (current) plans to turn it into a magazine column (but if you know someone who…).

And to prove just how serious I am about this blogging blogger business, I’m going to reference it in my LinkedIn resume, Twitter account, and Facebook profile.

But listen, if you want to introduce me to someone and reference this very real blog could you just go “This is my friend Jessie. She writes a blog” instead of “this is that blogger friend Jessie I was telling you about” – that would be great.