“Omg.” McKenzie IM’d me.
“I know.” I replied.
“You have a boyfriend!!!”
“I know! It’s so weird!!!”
It was the morning I’d posted, “My Ex Comes to Visit. Part Two”, where I’d revealed My Boyfriend and I were going to give our long-distance relationship a go. Everyone was aflutter with the news, because even in my real-life, I hadn’t told many people we were even in contact. Instead, I’d wanted them to be surprised by the post. Which was either incredibly dedicated, restrained and creative, or incredibly unhealthy, bizarre and unnatural.
I haven’t decided yet.
“So, when will you see him again???”
That was usually the first question.
“He’ll be staying with me over Christmas!” I’d answer. “I can’t wait!”
“So, what’s going to happen with the blog?”
And that, was usually the second.
“I don’t know,” I typed to McKenzie carefully. “I mean, if this was a novel it would be the end, you know?”
“Well,” she pointed out. “Carrie Bradshaw didn’t stop writing after she got together with Big.”
I took a brief glance at my work inbox and then returned to her. “Yes well, Carrie Bradshaw had writers to craft interesting plotlines and I just have my life. So I don’t know what I’ll post about now.”
“Well, don’t worry about it. If you write it, people will read it,” she wrote.
And again, it was one of those statements I know I’ll never forget because it was so incredibly kind.
“Thank you,” I said.
“BRB,” I typed to McKenzie. I turned to Lux. “What’s up?”
“Nice post today.”
“Thank you,” I said with a smile.
“So, what’s going to happen with the blog?” she asked.
“I have no idea,” I sighed. “I remember once, in the beginning of all this, my friend Paul told me, ‘No one wants you to get a boyfriend because then it will be over.’ I think he could be right.”
“Yeah,” she said, nodding. “We might need to rebrand.”
“Rebrand? What do you mean?”
She rolled her eyes. “Tracey, come on. REBRAND. A new site? We can just set it up and automatically direct your followers there. You can start a whole new blog.”
I squinted at her. “But…but what would I write about? In this whole new blog?”
“Um, I’ve only been in a relationship for about two weeks. I hardly think I’m qualified to write about them.”
“We’ll figure it out,” she said and I could see that Dog With a Bone gleam starting to flash in her eyes.
I then asked warily, “Do I need to schedule an Emergency Social Media Marketing Team Meeting?”
“Not yet,” she said dismissively. “Let me brainstorm on it a bit.”
And then she turned and walked away.
I actually had thought about this a lot – before I’d even started writing the Countdown Series to The Visit. I’d talked to my Dad about it – what it would mean for the blog if My Boyfriend and I worked out. He’d said thoughtfully, “Well, yes, you might lose some readers but you might gain a whole different audience because then you’d be writing about being in a relationship.”
Which definitely could be true.
The thing was, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to write about being in a relationship. My Boyfriend had been incredibly generous with allowing me to write about him. I’m not so sure most guys would be down with it. But when he’d been here on that final night I’d asked him, “So how do you feel about me writing about you now? Now that we’re together?”
“I’m fine with it,” he’d said. “You’ve always treated me with respect in the blog and I’ve never had any issue with anything you’ve written. But the thing is…”
“What is it, honey?” I asked and pulled myself up on my elbow. We were in bed and I’m sure, like any guy, he’d rather be doing any other thing than than discussing his crazy girlfriend’s super-revealing blog. In which he was a lead character.
“The thing is. I don’t want the blog to become just about us. A play by play of our lives.”
“Oh, honey. That will never happen,” I sighed, as I sank my head back down to his chest. “We’re not that interesting.”
After Lux left my desk, I thought about that conversation.
It was true, My Boyfriend and I weren’t that interesting.
But the thing that kept nagging at me was, now that I was in a relationship, was I not that interesting?