After my coffee date with Bachelor Number 4, I was chatting with the lovely Zenchick. She asked how the date went. I told her it went well. We met, drank tea and got to know each other. He's nice and funny and we had things in common.

"There was one thing though," I said. "I accidentally told him I had a blog."

"How do you accidentally tell someone you have a blog?" she asked.

I told her that while we were walking around the shopping plaza, we approached an Apple Store. I asked if he was Mac or PC. He told me he was Mac. I asked if he had GarageBand. He said it didn't come standard when he bought his PowerBook, but he's thinking about getting it.

We started talking about the software and I began to tell him about when Evan Williams made a techno song using Biz Stone's audioblogs (If this whole Google thing doesn't work out him, Ev may have a future as a producer - no?), but first I needed to establish he had a frame of reference.

"Have you heard of audioblogging? Or for that matter blogging?"

"Yeah I have," he said. "Do you have a blog?"

When I began this whole dating adventure, I told myself I would steer clear of the topic of blogging. Some people don't know what it is and they look at me like I've got three heads when I try to explain it. The other reason was if I told someone about my blog before I knew them, they'd have access to A LOT of shit about me. Not that that is bad, just the scales would be unbalanced.

When he asked me, I didn't want to lie, so I said yes.

"Okay Honey," Zenchick said as she went into Dating Coach mode. "For future reference, you have two options when this happened. You can
either a) be honest and say you don't give out your URL until you know someone better or b) make a joke about it."

"Make a joke?"

"Yeah. Something like, 'I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.' Do you see?"

"Yes. Valuable lesson learned."

"Did you tell him the URL?"

"I just emailed it to him."

"Why did you do that!?"

"Because I told him I would."

"Great. Why don't you just give him the key to your safety deposit box. Or maybe make him power of attorney of your living well. Or better yet, just give him one of your internal organs."

The Zenchick likes to make her point, you know. But, it's cool. I don't think the blog scared him off. In fact, he started on of his own. When you have a chance, stop by and say hello.