Apparently, I now have entirely too much time on my hands with Christmas vacation, as I am noticing things I have never noticed before. Things like my Follower count dropping from 182 to 181. Maybe it was completely unintentional and when the former follower realizes the error of his/ her ways, the former follower will follow again immediately if not sooner. In the meantime (and I do mean mean), when that reader hit that “delete selected” button, he deleted a little bit of my soul.
I scavenge around in the recesses of my brain looking for a clue as to why my disgruntled follower (henceforth to be referred to as The One That Got Away, or TOTGA) would leave, and why now? Was it the fact that I recently labeled my followers with a new heading called “MOV’s BFF” and maybe TOTGA thought it was a bit presumptuous on my part that I considered him (it had to be a him, right?) a Best Friend Forever seeing as how we most likely never met? Or was he offended by my recent spate of Christmas blogs, essentially making fun of Santa, Jesus, The Husband’s abs, Christmas cookies, money, plastic surgery, and Amazon? I like to make fun of sacred things.
Maybe it was the new subtitle, something about begging for wine under the guise of “critiquing” it? Perhaps TOTGA didn’t like the fact that I put a link to my new book on the sidebar? (Don’t be scared: the woman in curlers is not me.) Possibly he was put off by my mention of me staying at his new beach house in Hawaii for an undisclosed amount of time, like a big ol’ mooch. It strikes me that it could have been the near-constant referencing of alcohol in the blog (Chardonnay, vodka, vino, Pinot Grigio, Absolut, Bailey’s, Kahlua, Riesling, Sambuca, Godiva liquor, etc.) and the implication that life is no fun without a lovely glass of wine or three. I was not implying that at all; I was outright declaring it.
When I only had a half a dozen followers, it was easy to figure out exactly who it was that dropped me. Whenever that happened, I would merely send my mom a quick email saying “Please follow me, I know you were the one who dropped the blog (again).” Now that my numbers are up in the triple digits, it’s not so easy to discern exactly who dropped me and why.
I’m sorry, TOTGA. I didn’t mean to drive you away. I won’t really come visit you in Hawaii. And I don’t drink nearly as much as people probably think from reading the blog. Please come back, I miss you terribly (even though I don’t know your name).
(And my real name is Julie. See! We are practically soul mates!)