Potty and Frog have recently blogged about the predators who lurk around the Internet, and as a mother of teens who seem surgically connected to the computer, I must reiterate their message.
Anyone with children will probably recognise the conversation that took place in our house tho other night:
So who is it who's coming round?"
"Oh, just a couple of friends." (Said with casual indifference.)
"Who are they? Have I met them?"
S.. and G.. and no you haven't met them."
"Well, how did you meet them?"
"Erm, well I known S.. for ages."
"How come I've never heard of her before?"
"Dunno." (Even more casual tone.)
"Hang on a minute. Where did you meet them?"
"I hope it wasn't in a chat room or somewhere."
"Oh for Pete's sake." (Much rolling of eyeballs.)
"You met them on Facebook didn't you?"
"Oh, don't tell me, she's another one of your bloggy friends isn't she?"
"So? What's the problem?"
Isn't it annoying how teenagers can turn into busybody parents when they want to?
Anyway, yes, Brit Gal Sarah and the Hubster dropped by as part of their vacation in Chicago. Unfortunately for them, Chicago resembled a bit of a swampy jungle this week with temperatures in the 90's and very high humidity. It takes a bit of getting used to, and you learn where all the air-conditioned restaurants are.
It's a bit weird meeting people you've only "met" on the Internet. I did it last summer with a group of mostly lapsed northern bloggers, and Hadriana, who blogs when she's not running around being a Roman person and running her new bed and breakfast. On that occasion, I just had to walk into a lovely country pub and look around nervously for other women who were also sitting or standing, looking around nervously. We knew each other instantly even though not a photo had been exchanged. At least this time I had a bit of an idea what my virtual friends looked like, and the fact that they would be knocking on my front door helped.
So, we had a lovely evening sitting outside at the bar/restaurant you can see from my front door, as you can see. We're in disguise though - you never know who might be lurking on the Net.