The internet. It’s disputably the most significant invention of all time. Endless information at our fingertips. Answers to whatever we need, whenever we need it. A venue to find true love. Social networking. Incredibly real games. Videos. Blogs. The ability to learn about a person without ever meeting them.

I went on a date a little while back. A blind date.  I’ve always been hesitant to do things like that, but I trusted the person setting me up.

I met the girl at a restaurant. She was beautiful. She didn’t look crazy or weird. Maybe my hesitation to show up was ill-founded. We made small-talk for a few minutes until we were escorted to a table. Then…

“I have to admit, I’m a little star struck.” Oh, come on. I had hoped she didn’t know anything about me. I had been told she didn’t know anything about me.
“Please, no. Don’t be. I’m just another guy who happens to have a blog. Absolutely nothing special or different about me,” I said sincerely. I hate when people think I’m famous or something. It wouldn’t be so bad if I actually was, but I’m not and never will be.
She laughed, and we started to get to know each other. She was very pleasant. Down to earth. Awesome. Then…
“So, I have to admit something. I Googled you.” Uh oh. “It’s very interesting all of the things that have been written about you.” Uh oh. “I mean, not bad things, well mostly good things, but a lot of people have a lot of things to say about you.” Believe me. I know. She then went on to tell me all sorts of things she had read about me that I didn’t even know about myself, making sure to add that she was totally cool with all of it.

“I want the truth. How much time did you spend Googling me?” I laughed.
“Well, if I’m being honest, I got sucked in and spent a few hours.” She said it sheepishly. Caught red-handed.
I hate Google. “Google is awesome. It makes it so that I don’t have to do any work when I go on a date!” I pulled out my phone. “I think it’s only fair if I Google you for a minute.” We both laughed. I put my phone away.
“So, what was the craziest thing you read about me on your quest to make sure I wasn’t some psychopath crazy nutso?”
She thought for a moment. I could tell she already had something in mind but was trying to decide if she actually wanted to say it. I nudged her until she did. “There was this one guy who insisted that you don’t even write your blog, that, you know, there’s a bunch of people that write it or something.” Please don’t ask me if that’s true. “Is that true?”
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know. I mean, I wouldn’t care if it was true.”

Just then the waiter arrived with our food. Thank goodness. I turned to my date. “It’s not true, though a few people have accused me of that. Seems silly to me. Let’s talk about you for a while.”
I managed to keep the conversation off of me for a good ten minutes, and then…
“I can’t believe I’m  on a date with Single Dad Laughing.”
“You’re not. You’re on a date with me. I’m nothing like Single Dad Laughing. I’m just a pretty face for all of those people who write the posts for my blog. They need a hot model with a cute son, that’s all.”
I once again steered the conversation into a different direction. This time it more or less stayed that way. After an hour or so, the novelty of “who I was” seemed to wear off and the date ended up better than great. We made a plan to meet again soon. We had each made a new friend.
As I hugged her goodbye at the end of the date, I said, “you know, you may be able to Google and read all sorts of things about me, but I can write whatever I want about you. I can make thousands of people believe anything I want about you.” At this point the Googling had actually become funny. A bit of an inside joke.
“Yeah right. It would be hard to write about me when you’re just the pretty face with a cute son.”
I laughed. “I guess the only way to prove that I write my own blog is to write all about you, and our exact conversation tonight.” She laughed back and dared me to do it.
So I did.
Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing
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Dan Pearce is an American-born author, app developer, photographer, and artist. This blog, Single Dad Laughing, is what he’s most known for, with more than 2 million daily subscribers as of 2017. Pearce writes mostly humorous and introspective works, as well as his musings which span from fatherhood, to dating, to life, to the people and dynamics of society. Single Dad Laughing is much more than a blog. It’s an incredible community of people just being real and awesome together!