Maybe I’m just an old-fashioned typist, but I always thought it little creepy to meet online friends in the flesh. It’s one thing to chat behind the safety and anonymity of an on-line identity, but to break through that safety filter and present yourself face-to-face to your bloggie friends? Is that … right?

The plan was to meet Jacy at a coffee shop and then head over to Tanya Espanya’s house where we would meet her newborn baby.

I’ve come to know both of these bloggers quite well. I’ve been visiting Tanya Espanya’s blog since the early days of her pregnancy and Jacy’s blog was one of the first I tapped into as a new wet-behind-the-ears blogger.

They seemed nice, smart and witty enough in their blogs and comments, but what would they be like in real life? Creeps? Weirdos? Axe murders luring me to a house where they would chop off my limbs and then put them out for the next compost pick up?

Well, I’m happy to report, no, they were not axe murders or weirdos.

And not only were they not axe murders, these people were actual human beings, a bit like me. Huh?

Yes, it seems that behind these blog identities live real people with beautiful newborn babies and funky 1920s-era houses that are full of love, aged wood and fleur-de-lis.

They wear fantastic sexy shoes and sling-back Crocs with socks. They tell wicked jokes and then cackle in response. They serve Thai food and Vietnamese iced coffee. They travel with their job, tap messages into a Blackberry and have great racks.

They cuddle babies like a pro, breathing in the sweet scent of the fuzzy little head, remembering that same smell on their own baby’s head.

They are friendly, generous, honest, vulnerable and eager to embrace new portals for friendship. That’s Jacy and Espanya, the real people behind the blog identies.

I’m looking forward to getting to know more of the real people behind these blogs, but when I think about it, I realize that I already do know. I knew before I met them.

Is that confusing? OK, let me put it like this: here’s to new friends who are not axe-murders.

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