It’s hard to date a blogger.
ESPECIALLY one as transparent as I am.
EVERYTHING goes on the internet:
- That time I peed my pants in Tahoe
- The guy who was BEYOND LOUSY in bed
- All my laments over my chemically-induced social awkwardness
You will usually find me blogging about whatever is on my mind from the men who capture my fancy, like The Swede; to past lovers who I remember fondly, like Jay and Charlie The Aussie; to men I fantasize about but can never have, like Alexander Skarsgård and Joe Manganiello.
I’d like to think I’m more of a lover than a hater. Unfortunately, the hate tends to be funnier than the love, like when The Hunk had an epic skill/equipment failure in bed with me.
I’ve been advised that the reason I’m single is because of this blog.
That might be true but I can’t help but feel like deep down, my blog will actually draw in the right man for me.
Imagine how nice it’d be to have all your experiences and secrets in one place where a person can read about them.
My thoughts. My hopes. My frustrations.
If a man can get through my blog posts AND STILL be interested in me, then he passed the test.
And the thing is, PLENTY of men like this blog and read it.
So there’s hope.
There’s a reason this blog is called unblunder…
Because everything seems wrong at first until it suddenly turns beautifully, epically RIGHT!