I'm sure you all realize Celeste Jones isn't my real name. In fact, I rarely say the name out loud and only occasionally will my husband call me Celeste.
So, imagine the awkward moment when I was waiting in line for a taxi from the airport and I asked the two nice ladies behind me (Kacey Hamill and JoAnne Kendrick, two new friends) if I could share a cab with them. Once they'd eyed me and decided I was harmless (this was before I wore my clothes backward) they introduced themselves.
I went blank. Do I give them my real name? My first name? I was there as author Celeste Jones, but I'd never introduced myself that way before.
Guess what? I stammered and hemmed and hawed and finally said "I'm Celeste. I, uh...write kinky stories."
They still let me in the cab with them.
For the next several days I was known as Celeste. At first I continued the stammering introduction, but eventually I got used to it and even gave people the cards I had printed with the Spanking Stories Book Club logo.
How about you? Have you ever said "Hello, my name is [insert pen name or spanking blogger identity]"?
How did it feel?
Were you calm, cool, and collected or did you stammer and blush?