So I’m at a point in my life where I would really prefer to ease a woman into my life instead of just being T and telling her just who the hell I am. Bear with me here people. I’m a talker. I’m loud. I can be stupid. I can be stubborn. I am a little outspoken. I am Italian. I am a Bostonian. I am a guy. I’ve lived a crazy life. And for some friggin’ reason I have always let people know all of this in like the first 5 minutes of getting to know me. If you’ve ever met me, you know what the hell I’m saying. I am now VERY aware of this. And now I am actively trying to fix this about myself. It’s a work in progress. I now try to slow my roll and ask more questions and only tell so much about myself when I am asked. That’s starting to work. That is all fine and dandy. I now limit what I put up on Facebook in my personal life. I want people, especially women to get to know me for me at a normal pace. Not a T pace. But here is the damn rub. T-blawg. Yep. My baby. T-blawg.
T-blawg is really a digital archive of my life. Three years of written stories of all the crazy things I have done in my life and it can be a lot to take in. I know that. Whether I tell a woman about T-blawg or she sees it on my Facebook, my phone, my computer, eventually she wants to know what it is. They always do. I try to explain T-blawg the same way I explain my screenwriting. “I like to write. I want to entertain the world. Make the world laugh. Think. Feel something. I want to share my stories.” Well I’ve tried that. And honestly, it doesn’t work. Somehow, some way the women that have been in my life romantically since I started T-blawg always back away because of it. They have thought it’s too much. I’m too much. Why were you like that? Why did you do all those crazy things? Are you still that guy? Are you not that guy anymore? How the hell are you not dead? Why do you need to flirt with those women on Twitter? Why did you create that list? Am I going to end up in one of your T-pisodes? Is this about me? Why didn’t you write about me yet? So many damn problems have occurred because of this site! Yet I keep keeping on. I don’t want to stop. I think I’m doing something great here. Something entertaining. Something that will become bigger one day. I don’t know why. I just do. I don’t want to stop but I want to find a way to get them…to get her…the next her…maybe the last her…to understand T-blawg. But I haven’t figured that out yet. And there is no way to hide T-blawg from women altogether. I’ve even tried that with no such luck. So now I’m just trying to figure out when and how to tell her about T-blawg.
Right now there is no particular her. But there will be one again. There always is. We’ll date. We’ll have fun. We’ll have sex. We’ll get feelings. And then she finds out about T-blawg. And then she’ll probably do what they’ve all done before her. Not work out. Whether they pulled the trigger or it was me who pulled it first, it doesn’t matter. T-blawg bothers the women that get involved with me. And it kind of sucks people. I want the entire world full of strangers to enjoy T-blawg! I want the people in my personal life that I share T-blawg with to understand me just a little bit better! THAT’S what I want to do with T-blawg when it comes to the women in my life. Don’t get scared. Don’t judge me. Don’t over think me. Just know that the guy in your life, the guy off of this site is the guy only you get. Only you can have. T lives here on T-blawg. Until T comes into your life and ruins things, then leave it alone. Just like me for what I am trying to give you. And let the world hopefully like me for what I’m trying to give them. Is that too much to ask? I hope not. Now excuse me while I go change in this phone booth and save the fucking world.
Until next time. Always take it there.