I Walk The Line

When I started writing this blog, I was of the opinion that I would be a bold and fearless writer addressing every issue or controversy that I had an opinion on, with no compromise to myself or anyone else.
I now face a problem.. What happens when you meet a boy and he reads your blog?! (describing in detail your past escapades, your flings, your relationships... and your evaluation of mens attributes in no uncertain terms!!).. You can be sure he's going to balk at the idea of eventually being included in this accounting.
Being a woman, I love to talk. And I mean really talk about everything! Who i met, how he looked, what he said, what he did, what his friends were like, where we went, what we ate, how we danced, what we danced to, what time we got home, how he kissed, where we kissed, where his hands were, maybe even how high I had to stretch..... and eventually more..:)
Sorry boys, it's a fact of life. You gotta deal.
Now I'm suddenly faced with the question of 'Do I still proceed with writing my every thought, emotion and opinion with as much abandon as earlier?'
Do I start taking what he has to say about it into account, or throw caution to the winds and proceed full steam ahead. (The problem with that is, I may eventually sink faster than the Titanic).
Or do I just carry on as per usual and expect him to be a good sport.
But here's the deal, I started this blog to talk about me and my life. I have written about my family and friends. And sometimes I've written in less than flattering terms. While it might sound lofty to say this, I've always tried to be objective and write the truth, whether it's about me or anyone else.
So I suppose it wouldn't be doing justice to the vision I had when I started this, or to my readers, if I started dishing out the same old, overdone, politically-correct drivel.
So to the present and future men in my life, I have to say, I'm sorry my loves, but the blog was here first.