This Sunday sees me going on my first ever blog outing (or ‘blouting’, if you prefer). ‘What’s a blouting?’, I hear you ask as you scoot perilously close to the edge of your sofa. Well, a blouting is where you go out with one of your readers – a total stranger except for the exchange of messages on your blog. And my total stranger, as luck would have it, is called Jānis. How could I not meet him?
It all started back in March when he posted his first message, offering to take me on a little tour around Old Town, where he would also try to explain why Latvians don’t smile as much as they should. Unfortunately, he was living in London at the time and when he came back, I was in Rugby, so we’re only getting around to organising our little blouting now.
I’m trying not to raise my expectations too much. I’m not hoping for cute – or even coherent. I’m simply hoping that he isn’t armed.
He does sound like a bit of a gentleman though. After I received this comment on my About Me page, he jumped to my defence.
I’ve enjoyed reading your blog. You know what, I have a suggestion for you.
1. Find the local “DEPO” store
2. buy a stool and a rope
3. learn how to tie a noose (if you already don’t)
4. kill yourself
Gentlemen in these parts are about as rare as smiling.
Speaking of smiling, he does use a lot of smiley faces in his messages, so I’m hoping he has a smiley face in person too. Or at least, smilier than the average Latvian. Since most of them permanently look the way I did the first time I tried the local Balzams, that shouldn’t be too difficult to achieve.
However, just in case things go a bit pear-shaped, I’m writing this post so that people know what’s happening. If you don’t hear from me on Monday or Tuesday, call the police and tell them Jānis did it. That should narrow the suspect pool down to 57,681.