My BFF sat me down and had a good talk with me the other day.
She was talking about my blog.
Specifically, how I’m a much better person than the way I portray myself in my posts…
…and how I will never meet a quality guy as long as I’m posting similar content to my blog.
Hard, but necessary words to hear.
I love this blog. For the most part it takes a not-so-serious look at my life and finds a way to laugh at it, when there isn’t always a whole lot to laugh about.
If I make fun of anyone, it’s mostly myself.
But the conversation did get me thinking about my blog posts… most of which seem to revolve around sex.
Like it or not, the blog posts my audience reads are the sex posts. Either the sex posts or the ones that have cleavage shots in them.
But since my blog is terribly sexual, I started to wonder… am I as bad as the men I date? Am I a Neanderthal?
Uh. Men. Uh. Sex. Uh. Boobs. Uh. Uh. Uh. Grunt.
I always figured that people who get to know me would realize I’m not the cartoon I make myself out to be on the pages of unblunder.
But maybe I need to say it outright.
I am no Neanderthal.
I am eloquent and funny. I am generous and kind. I help people and I give great advice. I’m empathetic and thoughtful. I can pick out the perfect present for anyone given few personal details. I’m a great mom and an even better human being. I can cheer you up if you’re sad. I love to see people smile. I’m bright and quick witted. I can laugh at myself. I have big hopes for myself. But most of all I love easily.
So maybe I’m not the caricature you read about on this blog. Maybe I’m more complex. Maybe I should stop catering with cleavage shots and sex posts.
Maybe I should stop acting like a Neanderthal and start acting like myself.