Disconnected

There is probably one person left on the face of the planet who does not have access to the internet, an email address, or even a computer.

I would be dating him.

It baffles my mind every time I think about it.  I am all over the internet.  I live on the internet.  I help other people on the internet.  I’ve met best friends on the internet.

And he doesn’t even have an email address.

Weird, right?

For those of you who have asked me about the boy and if he knows I blog, the answer is yes.

He knows.

Although I had to explain what a blog was.

And my post yesterday, and this one?  Yes, I will draft it, print it, let him read it, and then come back and hit publish.

Gone are the days of instant gratification, at least when it comes to talking about him.

Which, that’s another oddity.  I’ve never cared enough to make sure what I was saying was okay with someone else.  I’ve just written it.

Of course, those people all have blogs, and email addresses, and computers and typically read this one.

I think I just want to make sure that he knows I don’t post everything here in my little space.

But he’s supportive of it, even if he’s never read it, or even seen what it looks like.

And it’s kinda cool, because I can share all the stories with him myself.

Until next time…