I had a tight circle of female friends, we used to blog daily and share with one another posts from other writers. There was one blogger who suddenly emerged, distinguishing himself not only for his astute legal acumen but also through his exceptional writing abilities. He went to law school at Columbia Uni and we could sense that he was one of a kind.
From his posts, we gathered that he was an attorney in DTLA (downtown Los Angeles) and that he was much older than us, 오빠 status. We would read his salacious posts about him and his nights out with his friends and immediately message one another about it.
His writing style was captivating and compelling. It is understood that most lawyers can write well, that is part of their training…but damn. We were little simps gobbling up every word that he wrote. We were beside ourselves: hot and bothered. The laughable part was that we were clueless about his appearance. He would post pictures but they would be headless. From what we have gathered, he appeared to have an average build, approximately 5’10”, and dressed very GQ. Suits, every damn day and we were there for it. Zegna, Emporio Armani, Dolce & Gabanna, Ralph Lauren Purple Label, Prada, Etro, and Dior. Just a few that I can name off the top of my head (I used to work in a luxury retail store, what can I say?).
We never liked or commented on his posts. We simply admired him from afar like a creep. A fucking weirdo, if you will. As soon as a post was uploaded and we received an email about his blog being updated, the four of us were there within seconds, marveling at his work of art.
When he made partner, we were over the moon for him. When he found a new girlfriend or wrote about his dates, we were foaming at the mouth like rabid dogs. When he wrote about special events such as his birthday or holiday, we were delighted that he shared those moments with the public. We were devoted to him and we were probably his biggest cheerleaders…that he did not know about. Fangirling to the max.
On one unexpected day, an email was sent to me stating that someone had commented on my blog. I clicked on it and I nearly fainted. It was him. I thought for sure he was going to call me out about my feverish clicking all over his site but he did not. This sudden engagement from an accomplished man such as himself made me feel unworthy. I began to have self-doubt about my writing. There was such a sharp contrast between my modest rambling writing versus his sophisticated artfully written words.
Of course I was flattered AF that he would read my maundering content and that he took the time to jot a quick comment. But at that moment, I have never felt so damn insecure in my life. I immediately had to show my friends and they could not believe it. Me. Of all people. Patty, one of the girls in our group was a much better writer than I was. Why not her? Or Alisa? She had interesting stories that she was documenting in her posts. Or Kimmy? She had a larger than life blog with an extensive number of followers that her site would often crash.
The women asked me, “Are you going to respond back to his comment?” I told them, “No! I would not know what to write. ‘Thanks for the comment? Hi, you don’t know me but we are a harem of women who are in love with you?’ What if he thinks that I am a dipshit or a fucking loser? Oh my God, no…immediately no. I would just want to melt into the world if he thought that. Wait. What if he was trolling me or trying to mindfuck me?”
After much going back and forth, we collectively decided to comment on his latest post. Twenty four hours later, he responded politely and properly to our comments. Wow. 멋있어..대박!
At that moment, I was fairly certain that the four of us were feeling very wistful because we knew that all good things must come to an end.
…to be continued…
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