After I posted my previous entry, I went on Facebook and discovered that Matt Haig unfriended me on Facebook.
That's more than a bit weird. His mutual friends are made up of four Manchester writers I've known for years. They've tutored me, drank with me, I've been to their readings and house-sat for them. But did I do a horribly creepy thing by asking if I could send him a present? Do autistic people never ever bloody know where the appropriate line is?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not so precious that an 'unfriending' would upset me. Only the idea that I might (or to be fair, might not) have been seen as a cyberspace Annie Wilkes who may have been sending something utterly inappropriate, when I thought I might be doing something to make someone smile.
Or maybe he imagined worse. A six-inch thick manuscript with a begging note for him to promote it.
Typical world 1. Autism 0.
Never mind. We'll win on penalties.
Yeah. Joking aside, I'm embarrassed.
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