I furrowed my brow, staring puzzledly at him through my perfect eyes. I was scanning his face, trying to figure out if I knew him from somewhere. I was thinking through my friends list, wondering if he was on it. Finally I just demanded, more bluntly than is usual for me, "Who ARE you??"
"That's MF!" a nearby friend said to me, as though that answered everything. He wandered off, back to his own table, so I didn't pursue it.
I have always been aware that this is a public forum, and absolutely anybody could be out there reading my scribbles. Of course I'm aware: that's why I write here. I like knowing that it's being read! If I didn't want that, I'd still be hiding my journal in my underwear drawer like I did in high school.
But although I know that random people probably stumble through all the time, I've always assumed that I was basically aware of who reads this on a semi-regular basis. It's not like I'm Neil Gaiman (whose blog came up in conversation), with all kinds of strangers hanging onto his every word. I'm just this girl with flowers in her hair, babbling about random crap like how I had Lasik then was tortured by my new physical trainer (my arms are still incredibly sore, incidentally).
It's kinda neat, in a strange way, to discover somebody new who reads this stuff. So 'hi there!' to MF, if you happen to read this entry. And hello to any other lurkers out there. Feel free to drop me a note sometime if you'd like -- I'm mostly harmless.