I went back to the fetish shop yesterday and had the weirdest experience.
The shop owner knows my first name, and I know his, that’s all. Yesterday, we had this conversation:
Steve: I read your blog the other day… *big smile*
Me: [shocked… how is that possible when all he has is my first name?!] Um… what?
Steve: Yeah, I read your blog.
Me: [wizz… whirr… eh?] How did you know it was me?
Steve: You talked about your visit to the store…
Me: Oh yeah…
Steve: But, you didn’t mention the name!
Me: No, I don’t like to give out specifics on my location… crazy people, you know…
He went into the workshop then to put a rivet in my flogger for me. I wandered about the store while waiting, my mind tick-ticking to try and slot the pieces into place and figure out how this happened. I didn’t give him my nickname, I didn’t mention a blog… nothing… how on earth did this happen?
He returned after a while…
Me: How did you find the blog?
Steve: Someone sent me the link.
Me: You mean because they read that story and thought it sounded like you?
Steve: No, people just send me stuff they think is interesting all the time…
Me: [Great that someone thinks my blog is interesting (yay!), but freakily coincidental that it led to being unexpectedly outed in a casual conversation like this] Oh, okay… that must have been weird, to go there and read about yourself?
[BUT NOT AS WEIRD AS THIS IS FOR ME!!]
I’d add that while I was wandering around the store waiting for Steve to come back, two boys from the workshop next door (where they make the leather goods) wandered into the store one by one for no apparent reason that I could see… We exchanged friendly hellos… I swear they were just checking me out as in “She writes that blog…!” Then again, by that stage, I was feeling kind of paranoid about the whole thing so could have imagined that scenario.
Anyway, hi Steve, and thanks again for fixing the flogger. *wave*