“I always tell men what I do. That way they know everything that happens in the relationship is fair game,” I explained. “And of course, to protect their identities, I change their names,” I finished, trying to assure him of his anonymity. He nodded before sipping on the margarita he ordered and said, “What you do is really great. And if I just so happen to get a chapter, I want to be named Raymundo.”
Raymundo isn’t what you think of when sitting across a blue-eyed white boy who is the director of a finance firm. It’s ironic and funny as hell, so I decided to grant him his wish.
Aside from the name, he also wanted to know the URL of LoveSujeiry.com. I shook my head, refusing to give him the portal that would grant him access to my relationships and desires. It’s important to keep my inner most thoughts private when I’m first getting to know someone, and that can be difficult when my life is splattered all over the Internet.
But what if Raymundo decides to Google me? There he will find my kooky videos, relationship drama, and sexy entries. He may even find my Facebook fan page and you all know I am against friending potential lovers on Facebook. So how do I protect my privacy from Raymundo and other men when technology has made it impossible to be private? How do I keep writing about what I love yet build a relationship that is sacred and all mine? I have no idea! I just hope Raymundo stays away from Google, and if he doesn’t, that he misspells my first name. Because Shaheedi will get him nothing but the Punjabi definition of the word “martyrdom.”
And I should know because I Googled it.