My friend Laura used to tell me she wanted to make a screen play of my loser dating life (obviously this was pre-Kent). And she had a point, I dated a lot of not so good matches: among them, Belt Buckle Man whose belt buckle was bigger than his face, Drooling Man (to be fair I think his braces made him drool but still—ew), and Mullet Man who most inappropriately brought his five year old daughter to our first date.
But I’ve never been tempted to blog about those guys. Apparently other people do. Someone in Kent’s pre-Elizabeth life has been blogging about men she dated before she met and married her husband. Kent ran across this because he’d friended her on Facebook thinking she was someone from high school (her name is very similar to someone he knew then); he only realized who she was after she linked a blog post this past week bemoaning her 39th birthday. Obviously if she had been his high school friend, she'd have been well into her 40s. Apparently on Tuesdays she’s been writing what she calls True Confession Tuesdays where she recounts her dating history. Next Tuesday she’ll be to the point where Kent broke up with her.
I read the post where she first mentioned him and I felt a little odd doing so. After all this isn’t my history and could be a little awkward. However I was very curious to see the way she viewed Kent and if it differed greatly from my own impressions of him from that time—she called him geeky which is accurate and also normal which is true. So I’ll be reading her next installment on Tuesday with some interest.
Don’t expect me to follow suit, though. I’ve got no interest in reliving those days.
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