I was contacted last week by Scraps, who asked to come for a Shabbos meal. She told me that she will be bringing two friends, one of whom was, in her words, a "more well known" blogger than herself, who wants to remain anonymous for the time being and specifically requested an invitation to "Chez G6".
My excitement is twofold:
1) One more reader is a big enough fan of the blog to want to experience 'Coming To Dinner'.
2) Said fan is a fellow blogger whose work I likely read and admire and....I'm going to get to meet her!!
There are so many bloggers who I want to meet IRL. But I have to think about this logically.
It's a girl blogger.
She knows Scraps.
She reads my blog.
There are so many exciting possibilities! Could it be Something Different? We've talked about getting together (mostly for cooking) on more than one occasion. Or perhaps it's Bad4Shidduchim (even though she wouldn't include me in the Great Manhattan Ice Cream Meetup [single girls only])? Maybe (though I think it unlikely) it's Material Maidel (I don't even know if she knows Scraps. I've only included her because almost all male Shabbos guests who read my blog want to know if I know their "holy grail", MM...). The one blogger that I can rule out is frumcollegegirl because she's already been here.
But patience and reveling in the anticipation for its own sake is a skill that comes with age.
I remember when I was a young teenager and my grandfather, who was a big supporter of a certain Yeshiva in Eretz Yisroel, always received from them each year as a token of appreciation, a choice esrog hand picked especially for him. My grandfather prized this exceptional esrog and awaited its arrival every year. One year I was present when the esrog was delivered. My grandfather thanked the delivery man and gently set the box on the sideboard. "Aren't you going to open it, Opa?". My grandfather chuckled and explained that as I got older, I would understand that the anticipation was part of the excitement. At the time I thought he was nuts. Now I understand....