My husband started a blog. It's a blog about food in Houston. If you want the URL, I'll share, but this isn't about him. It's about me.
I started blogging two years ago. Most of my blog friends I met, oddly enough, before I actually read their blogs. I met them at blog meet-ups and here we are, years later (in some cases), real life friends. And it's awesome.
Andrew has liked twitter for the information aspect for as long as I can remember. I don't remember where or when he started tweeting or replying to people and I don't exactly remember what it was that made him decide to start a blog. Since he's been doing both, he's made his own twitter friends: mostly, other men who eat barbecue, tweet, and sometimes write blog posts about it.
(It's kind of weird, right? Don't blogs seem like such a female habit? But they aren't.)
So he made plans to meet these guys in person and it was really funny to me that he had to tell them his name beforehand because they only knew him by his twitter handle.
And he has hung out with them multiple times, but it took them weeks to exchange phone numbers; they made plans via twitter DMs. It's still their primary source of communication.
We text during the day, but if I want to know what he had for lunch, I check his instagram.
I also search his twitter handle while I'm at work during the day to creep on the witty banter he's exchanging about food. I'll text him when he's funny, or when I think his tweets are lame. I like that I can peek at his conversations with others.
I proofread his posts and set up his google analytics.I add in the Oxford comma whenever necessary. And I edit photos, which must mean I love him, because I barely edit them for myself. When a poorly written post by another blogger is getting a lot of undue praise, we commiserate together.
We share a laptop and have to plan our blog posting nights accordingly. Some posts take longer to write than others, and if inspiration strikes both of us simultaneously, the one who gets to the computer last is left whining for the other to hurry up all night.
I wonder if our weekend dinner plans to try somewhere new are a fun date for us or fodder for his blog. Now, I'm the one who pauses before taking a bite to make sure he doesn't need a photo of my dish for his blog. I go along with him on barbecue trips and laugh when he introduces himself to people he "knows" online as "Andrew... um, I mean (twitter handle)."
I think it's fun and it's funny. I like that we can share some things, but they're still our own. The blog worlds we're in are so different and we have different metrics of blog success. I see the way I am, when I'm a little internet crazed and I won't look away from the screen, at times when I look at him. It's nice to have it in common, but it's even nicer when we put it away and just live life.