Giving out the digits..

I did it.

I met a man, and I gave him my blog addy.
And he read.
and read.
and read.

I let him know, that he has learned more about me in 2 hours than most men EVER learn.
Not that I have secrets..I don't. I do cruddy shit here and there. We all do.

But this is not even about my cruddy-ness..this is about allowing someone that is a stranger, but not really a stranger-stranger be all up in your business.
It's about exposing a part of yourself that you might not be ready to put out in the street.

It's about trust. And why I have trusted this man with this, I have no idea.
So, it took me a minute to think of a name for him. Just a minute.
He will be known as Edgar Allen Poe. (You will find out why soon enough!)
We will call him Poe for short.

I met Poe yesterday. I am not even gonna get into how..it's really just kind of bizarre.
Let's just say..we work together..but he is in another state...Ohio, I believe.

Poe and I were chatting thru our work Instant Messenger, and I learned that he was a poet.
(See, I told you you'd find out soon enough) He apparently is venturing over this way and wants to pop in on an open mic poetry spot..which I sent him the link to..
He sent me some of his stuff..lemme just tell you..No wonder poetry dudes get so much ass..
that shit had me..like ready to strip nekked!

I told him that I have written some poetry, but I am really a WRITER! (damn--did I just say that? I never really considered myself a writer!) and I told him that I had a blog, and before I knew it, I was sending him the addy.

He started reading..and mentioned to me a few times how funny I was..and today, I guess he was reading some of my serious drama, and told me that I had a really rough time, for a minute there. I want him to enjoy reading what I have to say. I want him to read every word..and feel every pain, and every joy.

Him and I..well..we just clicked like that..and that NEVER happens for me. NEVER. It always takes time for me to feel comfortable around men.

Any man.

It takes time for me to let them into this muddled and sometimes evil mind. I don't want anyone too close. I don't want anyone to see that I have insecurities and fears. But I guess it's too late for that.

We'll just have to see how Poe handles all of this information.
I just hope he doesn't make any of my words haunt me.
Nah..he will love me just the way I am.
I believe that.