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Over here at IFB, we’re big fans of getting personal on your blog. It helps foster a great relationship with your readers and builds a level of trust. So, I can trust you guys, right? I can tell you something personal and sort of – well – embarrassing? Maybe it’s embarrassing, but maybe (just maybe) it’s awesome?

Here it is: I am a living, breathing, single girl in New York City. Wait for it – that’s not the embarrassing part. I’m single, but only sort-of. You see, I think I’m dating my blog. That’s right. I’m pretty sure that this part of my life – the one that’s supposed to be filled by a very handsome, smart and funny human man – is currently occupied by my blog. Don’t believe me, here’s 20 reasons why I’m probably right:

• I think about it all the time. Especially before I fall asleep at night.
• We spend a lot of time together on weeknights. I’ll make us dinner and we’ll just hang out on the couch.
• We seem to get along better when I’m drinking wine.
• I get dressed up for it pretty much everyday.
• I tell people we met in Paris, not on the internet.
• Sometimes I’ll surprise my blog with a visit in the middle of the work day, just to say hi, because I miss it.
• My parents know my blog, and talk about it up to their friends and the rest of my family.
• I used to be sort of embarrassed about my blog. I didn’t think anyone would understand, so I kept it mostly to myself. As our relationship has grown, and I’ve molded it into something I’m wildly proud of, and I take it with me everywhere.
• We occasionally get in really dramatic fights; usually over it’s inability to do exactly what I say.
• When something really great happens, I tell my blog first.
• My friends without blogs tell me that I spend to much time with it, but I know it’s just because they don’t understand our relationship. And they’re jealous.
• I think my blog can tell I’m seeing other blogs, and has noticed that I give it less attention lately.
• I sacrifice spending time with my friends to spend time with my blog; after all, we’re trying to build a future together.
• I’m constantly reminding my blog that writing guest posts isn’t technically cheating.
• My blog has introduced me to so many great people, and if we ever break up, I hope they choose me.
• It’s pretty much all I talk about on Twitter.
• We’re official on Facebook.
• Not having a smart phone has ensured that I still have “me time” away from the world we share.
• Every time I think about breaking things off, something pulls me back in. Usually it’s shoes. Or jewelry.
• It may not be the biggest, most handsome, strongest and most popular blog out there, but it’s unique, it’s mine, and I love it.

So there you have it. I honestly can’t decide if this is totally amazing or totally therapy-worthy. My blog and I have been together for over two years now, and they’ve been some of the best years of my life. We’ve laughed, we’ve cried… We’ve been to Fashion Week. I suppose, while I search for a nice human man, the warm glow of Blogspot will have to suffice.

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