V

So I’ve mentioned that Steel and I met over the internet.  Specifically, we met through the blog.  What I’ve left out until now is that he has a blog of his own.

Because of reasons, we kept our relationship off the blogs, and while we obviously write about each other often, we’ve kept out identifying details, and he’s adjusted dates/times on his blog, so it’s not overly obvious to those who follow both of us (if I talk about visiting him in December, and he writes his version of events in December, it’s just too easy to connect the dots).

The blogosphere is a small world, and it made sense (and still does make sense, in a lot of ways) to keep it quiet.  But what can I say, I’m not always a sensible person.  It’s alright, though, I have embraced my neuroses.  So we agreed (or, more accurately, I dictated and he good-naturedly chuckled at said neuroses and said, “Yes, Ma’am”) that the relationship would no longer be kept off the blogs.

Steel calls me V on his blog, which you can find here.  I may be a tad on the biased side, but I’m a huge fangirl of his blog (and that has only a little bit to do with how eloquently he feeds my ego).  The boy could write fucking stereo instructions and I’d be all over that shit like a teenage girl reading Twilight.

In less than 2 months we’ll be together again, and he’ll be back in my arms where he belongs.  I can’t wait.