So I have realized recently, I’m sort of private. Now, this may come as a bit of a shock, considering I have this blog, and I write shit down all the time, thoughts opinions etc. But, I really don’t like to share. I don’t want to tell you what happened at the doctors, I don’t want to give you details about recent dates, and I definitely don’t kiss and tell.
I think I don’t do the later, because it makes me uncomfortable talking about it – but it seems to be a sense of joy for my friends to press this point – just to watch me squirm. If I have a new male suitor, “what happened? where did you go? what did you do? was it good?” Now, I’m sorry – but how is this any of your business..? Maybe I’m a prude, or semi old fashioned – but I just don’t want to talk about it.
If I don’t share it with you immediately – I don’t want to talk about it; I haven’t forgotten what has happened in my life, I just obviously don’t want to share. And my friends totally know this, they get off on the reaction. The red face, the higher pitched voice, the coy looks down, or if via G-Chat/ other online communication tools – the repetition of letters (eg. reallllllly? stoppp itttttt! nameeeeeeee!)
Perhaps this is an Australian thing, I mean – I’m sure I shared some of the details in Australia, but I do remember getting the same sort of treatment from friends when I would clam up on the specifics. I’m guessing it is just a Lucy thing. Ok, I am totally a prude – deal with it
But, to be honest – I sort of wonder why all the questions, I mean – I don’t think I would ever ask..