We were supposed to have met the day before, but we didn’t connect. She said she’d be in town a few more days, so we rescheduled.
I was standing by our designated meeting spot, a bookstore, about 15 minutes early (I’m notoriously early for everything). I watched people go by — wide-eyed tourists, excited kids, unchaperoned teenagers whispering and giggling, office workers and Hill staffers (they have a certain “look”) trying to grab a quick lunch.
I knew I’d recognize her from the pictures on her blog, but I wondered if she’d recognize me. “I forgot to tell her I’d be wearing glasses,” I thought. Did I think I was Clark Kent, unrecognizable as Superman as soon as I put on a pair of glasses? Good grief.
I was about to meet someone I’d “known” for a few months, someone whose blog I frequented, reading her commentary on life and catching glimpses of her insights. She approached and we greeted. Observing our instant rapport, you’d have thought we were old friends. We walked to the restaurant, me in my dress-down-casual-Friday chic of khakis and sandals, she in a gorgeous summer dress.
It was a pleasure meeting Juliette (aka “Baldilocks”) last Friday. And as she said, we didn’t have enough time to talk about all the things we wanted to talk about. I hope one day I’ll get to meet more members of my blogging community.
