Another one of my boundaries (and they are boundaries, really, not rules) is that I don’t typically blog about dating… and that’s because I like to have people’s permission to embarrass the crap out of them talk about them on this little blog o’ mine.

Actually, I don’t know why I don’t blog about dating, because it would be comical, I can assure you. Either that or show you how insanely immature that I am when it comes to boys. (See, I don’t even call them men. I still call them boys.)

It’s probably because I know all of you out there would want to live vicariously through me and you would get all excited for me when I said I had a date, and then ask me how it went, and when I told you that he just wasn’t the kind of guy that I was looking for, you would be the great bloggy buddy that you are and tell me “keep your head up Heather. The right man is out there looking for you.” or some other word combination of moral support.

And I would appreciate it. I really would. Because even though I HATE when people tell me that, it would show that you care.

Now because I’m a woman who wants to be truthful and honest when it comes to meeting a guy and letting him know exactly who I am, it would be nice to share with them this URL and tell them to let me know if they still want to go out. But I don’t. Because then that’s knowing just WAY too much about me. A little too close for comfort, if you know what I mean. Like do they really need to know about my obsession with NKOTB?

And I might have mentioned that I have a blog to a few of those dates but not one of them took any interest in knowing more about it, and even if they had, I’m not sure I would’ve shared the address. Fine by me.

Well, not actually. If it’s something that is important to me, as this blog is, a man should ask me about it. At least, that’s something on the points system that I have crafted into my head… does he take an interest in learning about the things that I enjoy? (And I don’t really have a points system… it’s just something I say… like points for offering to pick me up… points for not making me decide what we should do on a date, etc)

However, in a conversation between a member of the opposite sex (we’ll call him M) and I a few weeks ago, I pointed him in the direction of Desperately Seeking Sanity. I told him it was me. I told him that it was my blog and warned him that he may not really want to know all of this stuff about me.

And then I sat there for an hour as he questioned me on various items on my 100 things page.

Fun times, I tell ya.

He asked me (after reading for an hour) if I cared that he was reading.

Hello? I gave you the address! That would be like giving someone a book but telling them they can’t read it! And while there are a few things that I might have waited a little longer to share about me… the reality of it is… this is me.

But now? Oh these boundaries (not rules, people, BOUNDARIES) of not blogging about dating are being used to push my buttons. And sadly, I’m caving. I’m giving in. I’ve been trying to figure out a way to craft this post about a guy I went out with since last night when this all came about… during a conversation that had me laughing so hard, there were tears in my eyes. A conversation that was just so silly and insightful, all at the same time.

And while he’s threated to leave comments about how hateful I really am, I know that he was just joking. Or at least I hope he was, because if he wasn’t, that’s the EXACT reason I don’t mix boys and blogging.

But I also know that if he did leave mean comments, there would be a slew of mommy bloggers coming to my defense… (slew=5 in this case) and really? Mommy bloggers are a force to be reckoned with.

But I really don’t think we have to worry about that.  Because if I even THOUGHT he would do that, I wouldn’t even be stroking his ego by blogging about this.

So, I guess the reason I’ve not blogged about dating is because I hadn’t met anyone worth blogging about… but now?

A guy who reads my blog AND had coffee with me Saturday night AND continues to talk to me? (not to mention he’s a TOTAL cutie…. and I soooooooooo just made him blush….)

That’s totally blog worthy, don’t you think?

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When I started my blog, I instated a few personal boundaries primarily because this is the internet.  But those boundaries were simply that I would be me, but that I would never post anything that could potentially hurt feelings, be an embarrassment (outside of the normal fun) to anyone, or anything that would jeapordize relationships with people who I am involved with both personally and professionally.

I don’t have a fake name.  I don’t have cutesy nicknames for my children.  We’re an open book and I like that because it’s authentic.  It’s real.  I’m real.  So is my life.  So are my feelings, thoughts and emotions.

And I proudly share them with you.

Not just the good ones either… I’ve shared the bad as well, but never those that would infringe upon the boundaries stated above.

Are there people that I work with that I want to complain about? Oh.my.word… YES!

Are there parents at the school, on the ball field, or in the neighborhood that I want to ream out over my blog. Of course…

Are there people at church that I have severe issues with?  Yes here too….  (Pastor Man, don’t worry, it’s not you.)

Having boundaries and being real are hard to balance and I think that I’ve done a pretty good job at it.  And balance?

It’s not something that I excel in.

But there are days, like today, when I wish this WAS an anonymous blog.  There are days when I wish that no one knew the mother/daughter/sister/parishoner/employee/co-worker/friend/coach behind this blog.  I wish that I could write what I really wanted to, the exact thoughts on my mind, exactly how I am feeling.

But I can’t because it would be a failure on my part to adhere to the boundaries that I set, and for good reason.

But the nice thing about those boundaries… they allow me not to sin in word.  (Let’s set aside the thought part right now… and maybe the deed… but by word?  Oh I would DEFINATELY, beyond a shadow of a doubt, be sinning in word.)

And what I didn’t realize at the time that I implemented those boundaries is that they would save me from this sin, the hurt that I might cause someone, or the can of worms that I could potentially open.

And I am grateful that I can refrain, somewhat from those words.  I am proud that I can use this blog as a testimony of sorts.

But some of these stories about people in my life that I would talk about are so ridicously funny that you would pee your pants, or spit soda out of your mouth, or maybe your nose.  They are just so insane that you would think that I was making it up.  And I so BADLY want to share them with you.  Oh you just don’t know how bad I want to.

But I won’t.

With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers, this should not be. James 3:9-10 (NIV)

Because I can’t.  Not in good conscious.  Not with the same mouth that I praise God with.

But I have this whole post crafted in my head.  And it’s funny.  And sad.  It would make you laugh.  And cry.  It would make you angry, but empower you.  It would show my weaknesses and my strengths and how they mesh with those around me.

And if I were to share it?

It would end like this…

SUCKAH!!!!!!!!!!!!

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