who says a blog friend isn't a real thing?

there are bloggers, and then there are bloggers.

lifestyle bloggers

fashion bloggers

mommy bloggers

musings-of-a-29.5-29.7-year-old-single-girl-in-utah-who-likes-reality-television-and-lives-to-tell-tragic-dating-stories bloggers

as a blogger, i've tried to explain to bloggers and non-bloggers that blog friends are real.

like, when i say "i know a girl who" or "my friend _____" and they don't get it. instead, they stare at me with the look that not-so-secretly means "get a life."

i don't expect them to understand... i just want them to acknowledge the fact that i've never actually met the person i'm talking about so we can carry on with the story.

so get this. i walked to the bobbi brown counter yesterday and spied running mommy, kera {also, bloggers fall victim to being called by their blog names. it's socially acceptable to do so.} from a little too far away. lara and andi {both admitted bloggers, not bloggers} stood with fright - or confusion - when i lept half way across the counter to introduce myself to the stranger with a stroller. and then we continued to create a scene loud enough to rival the ridiculous music screaming from the mac counter.

"we met online" sounds a lot less awkward when you're not talking about your boyfriend.

{no offense to anyone who met their boyfriend on match}

blog friends are real, yo. and such a happy, funny, loud, scurried, "let's do lunch", "okay, i mean it", "this is nuts", "robin will die", "your boobs look great, by the way" moment when you meet one in real life - especially one all the way from dubai.

by the way, when i say blogger, it's not an elitist thing. blogger status isn't something you achieve... like, you're not knighted a blogger... you choose when to become a blogger. but i think you get to pass go and collect $200 when you get your first hate mail.