My final words in Saturday’s blog were, “I really should clean.” I’ll start today’s blog by saying, “I really should come clean.”
What do I need to come clean about? The fact that not only was I meeting my virtual MySpace friend Bill for the first time, I had also offered my spare room to him. That’s right, I told a complete stranger—whom I’d met on the Internet, of all places—that he could stay overnight in my spare bedroom on his way to Burning Man.
“You make my blood run cold,” my Aging Nymph cohort told me last week when I confided my plans.
I waved off her concerns. “I’ve been reading this guy’s blogs for over a year. He’s sweet, I can tell.”
Deb was unconvinced. I could see the visions of a bloodthirsty mass ax murderer/rapist dancing in her head. Surely Bill’s sensitive, heartfelt words of the past year were merely part of his grand scheme to gain my confidence and then clear out my valuables—which in my case would be my collection of candles and rocks—and leave me in a comatose heap of blood after he’d had his way with me.
As it turned out, Bill was EXACTLY the person I imagined: sweet.
He arrived at my place around 4 p.m. on Saturday and we talked and laughed and hung out together until 2:30 in the morning. I woke up on Sunday to a thank-you note, my candles and rocks intact.
Bill will be coming through town again on September 3 on his way back to Phoenix. Two thoughts: 1) I can’t wait to hear about his Burning Man experience, and 2) I’m glad I trusted my instincts. If I hadn’t I would have missed out on a new, really cool friend.