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Beware of Dangerous Internet Connections!

I agreed to meet someone online the other day. And by “meet online”, I mean “meet offline”, as in in-person. A very very dangerous thing to do. Nanny Goats in Panties does not advocate such behavior, nor do its sponsors. In other words, DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME. Do as we say, not as we do, that sort of thing.

It was to be a neutral and public location (Bread and Porridge), in broad daylight (11am), on a busy street (Santa Monica Blvd).

The internet introduced us and my blind date had the distinct advantage of knowing what I looked like. That’s right, a brown goat.

I arrived a couple of minutes early and sat in the waiting area, trying to remind myself that newer cars have those trunk latches that you can open from the inside, should the need arise while barreling down Topanga Canyon at 75mph. I tried to calm down by telling myself that I was meeting a harmless woman. Who was married. With kids.

Or was I? What if I’d been misled all this time and it was a giant Tasmanian Devil-looking perv-man who had located me by a simple Google search for “timeshare panties” or “anti-masturbatory nanny goats”? What if he’d created a women’s blog for the sole purpose of luring me and others into his lair?

Or worse, what if this strange person came in, took one look at me, and walked out? Why, I’d be devastated. What am I, not good-looking enough for abduction? Not sexy enough to warrant 4 weeks of solid coverage on Greta Van Susteren? Not worthy of showing the same 3 pictures of me (including that embarrassing shot of me making out with an alligator that NO ONE WAS SUPPOSED TO KNOW ABOUT – I thought what happened in New Orleans stayed in New Orleans) over and over again on Nancy Grace while she tearfully makes the event somehow about her and her twins?

I’ll have you know I’m drop dead gorgeous! And you wouldn’t know what you’re missing, you two-bit kidnapper! I know people! I’d be worth a fortune in ransom. Shame on you!

Anyway, as it turns out, merlotmom and I found each other and hit it off. She’s fabulous and I think it’s the beginning of a beautiful relationship, or whatever Bogart says as he walks off in the mist with Claude Rains.

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  1. Sandy B says:

    I love meeting bloggers, too! No pervs allowed though!

  2. ByJane says:

    oooooooooooooooohhhh, you cheated on me with MerlotMom! I’m pissed.

  3. Mike S says:

    Seems you were at my place whilst I was here! Added ya to the list of places I really like. It’d take more Scotch than’s available to me to get me to watch(or even listen to) Nancy Grace:)

  4. merlotmom says:

    Oooh, I’m famous now. Not quite on Nancy Grace (I hate her anyway), but I’ll take whatever notoriety I can get. I, too, was going to write about our rendezvous but you beat me to it. I am suffering from writer’s block, you know… Anyway, your take is, of course, original and hilarious. I love that you thought me a potential perv. Cool. Although in terms of the Casablanca reference – I’d rather be compared to Ingrid Bergman than Claude Rains any day. Was it because I’m short????

  5. Tricia says:

    Good For You! It takes guts. Anonymity is much easier. I actually met my husband online 13 years ago; before it was “the thing to do.” It was a fluke and everyone (including me) thought I was crazy when I agreed to meet him in person. Apparently good things happen when I lose my mind.

  6. Thank gawd the meeting was a success! cuz as much as I like your blog, nothing could persuade me to become a more than 5 minute viewer of Nancy Grace ….unless, of coarse, I was dazed and confussed and bound to a beer soaked Lazy Boy the captive of my own blogger gone bad blind date.

  7. i love meeting bloggers, have met several and always had a great time! but then i am way to old to try to kidnap! ha ha ha
    smiles, bee