Can I confess something? Which is rhetorical, because it’s my blog and I can do whatever I darn please with it.
I have an alter ego and it’s her birthday today.
She’s one of my more useful fictions who came into being some years ago when I was doing a lot of online dating stuff and was leery of putting my real name out there. She had a whole life and history of her own, though there was a lot of cross-over with my own. We looked amazingly alike, too. Imagine that. Charged with vetting prospects and then, if they passed muster, breaking the news to them that she wasn’t really the girl they were interested in, she was my Cyrano without the lovelorn agonies and the big honking nose. She had some unique experiences, quite a lot of fun, and she did it all without complaint at being shoved aside from time to time.
Though my online dating days are over, she’s still around and still providing me with some useful services. I applaud her tireless and unquestioning work on my behalf. I think I’ll keep her.
So, happy birthday, other me! Hope it’s a good one.