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"What do you think?" asked Clara.
I leaned in closer to the computer screen to read the post. "Wow, I didn't know that once worked for an escort service in San Francisco ... are you sure you want to share that kind of information?"
"That was a long time ago, Chris ... and back then escort services were just that ... we accompanied traveling businessmen to dinners or parties ... and that was it."
I looked at Clara. "If that's your story ..."
She seemed surprised. "That IS my story ... but I was young ... and I did learn a lot about the world ... I thought that was the kind of thing that the 'Allow Me to Re-Introduce Myself' blogfest was looking for."
"I suppose your right ... but still ... I mean, I don't know if I could reveal something that personal about myself."
"So what are you going write about?"
I rubbed my chin. "I don't know ... maybe I'll mention that music is my hobby."
"Oooo ... that's revealing," said Clara.
"Well, it's a big deal to me."
"Yes, but how has it impacted your writing?"
"I imagine everything I've done has had an impact on my writing."
"That's true, of course, but isn't there something more personal, more intimate that you might reveal that would help people get to know you?"
I though about it for a few seconds. "There is one thing ... but I don't know if I dare mention it in public ..."
"What? You can at least tell me."
My face reddened. "Well, one time I was on a trip with some of my golfing buddies and I locked the car keys in the trunk and ..."
"Chris, you're just not getting this are you?"
I shook my head. "I guess not."
"You should use this opportunity to tell folks something about you that they would never guess ... and would help them understand what has shaped you and your writing."
I thought some more. "Gee, I don't know ..."
"I'll help you get started," said Clara. "When you were a teenager, what did you think you'd be doing for the rest of your life?"
"Well, that's an easy one," I said.
Clara smiled. "Now, we're getting somewhere. So, what did you see yourself doing?"
"Nothing ... I couldn't imagine doing anything for the rest of my life."
Clara looked puzzled. "Really? You couldn't see yourself doing anything?"
"Well, I saw myself doing things ... but nothing that I would do forever ... and you know what?"
"That's pretty much how it worked out."