MY COVER IS BLOWN!

I started Muay Thai training again this week after a hiatus of close to a month, and had the occasion to visit my regular Saturday lunch place again since I was in the area.

I was happily enjoying my Hainanese pork chops when one of the wait staff came up to say hello, and commented that he hadn’t seen me some time. Nothing surprising there. Then he proceeded to thank me for my support....ok….I was a bit surprised but I guess I could be considered a regular supporter. So I accepted with grace. And then came the next bit – “Thank you for your kind comments on your blog.”

Huh? Huh??? Huh???????

I HAD made a post about the place some time ago here. But I seriously didn’t expect someone I barely exchanged five sentences with to know about it. Especially since I don’t walk around with my blog address tattooed on my forehead.

So….huh? Huh??? Huh??????

It seems that his bosses, the owners of the place, regularly surf the internet for reviews and comments of their restaurants and stumbled on my post. So this wait staff read it as well, and from the various other references I made in the post, deduced that the blog belongs to me. Well, I guess there were probably not a lot of females taking Muay Thai classes nearby who always ask for pork chops and salads on Saturday afternoons.

It was really quite disconcerting to be found out like that. Not that I have anything to hide, really, but still….it meant that I was no longer just Customer X. It meant that this wait staff now knew more about me than most people, especially those whom I have only spoken five sentences to. I am not so sure I enjoy the quick “intimacy”. I am not that kind of girl….haha.

And part of my embarrassment stems from the fact that he, and others, might have read my other posts and we all know what I wrote in them, all the whining and whinging of a thirty plus year old….the thought just made me want to dig a hole and hide somewhere. Despite entering the thirties and trying to be as open and sophisticated about these things as I can, I just can’t manage the blasé attitude when they hit me right in the face.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that the internet is REALLY not as anonymous as we believe. Or rather, it may be, but fate has a way of outing technology. This feels like one of those “truth is stranger than fiction” moment. What are the odds, really?

Oh, by the way, my “support” garnered myself a ten percent discount on my final bill. Cool.

Just as a matter of interest, I tried to google for my blog post on the restaurant. I found many reviews – all good, but I just couldn’t find mine. Which begs the question how the owners found it.

Fate again?