At an out of town Baltimore area post-wedding hangout, talking to the lovely bride. . .
Me: I’m a lawyer but I’m home with my son now. I love it, plus I get to work on my writing.
Bride: Oh you write?
Me: Yes, multicultural fiction. Hopefully to one day be a published author.
Bride: Wait, what? Pause as she stares at me. Begin wondering if she finds publishing dreams akin to discussing the secret spiritual lives of koala bears.
Me: Yeah well, I wrote this book and I. . . Aw man, she must think I’m being pretentious like I’m a hoity toity?! Aisha why can’t you just shut up and compliment people’s dresses, and leave it at that?
Bride: Your name is Aisha?
Me: Um, yes.
Bride: Aisha Iqbal?
Me: Well, yeah, kind of. . .
Bride: I KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
Me: Well we did just meet. . .
Bride: I READ YOUR BLOG!
If that isn’t cool– I’m not sure what is! [And incase you read my last post– yes didn’t do so well on abstaining from the internet for a week– a post in my defense coming shortly]