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 … Continue Reading