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This is a story about a rather funny situation I got myself in recently. I know this woman from my commute to work - we see each other maybe a couple times a week. We also sometimes exchange emails -- mostly jokes and humorous/cynical observations about life. We've been friends over 6 years. But other than the commute and occasional email have no other social contact -- we don't even know each others phone numbers. She knows I'm married with teenage and adult kids. Ok, I confess think shes really cute, but based on our interaction I don't actually expect it to progress into a relationship or an affair; too much hassle anyway. A couple weeks ago, it was a Friday and the day was a bit slow so we exchanged a number of emails. I told her about the stress and success I had experienced at work that week. She told me she knew it would all work out well for me cause she was somewhat psychic and could tell the future. I think her boss was out of town that day, but these were short messages -- not really a lot of time wasted on email. Anyway, she had earlier asked me if I would be on the train heading home that night. I told her that I going out after work to enjoy some meaningless distraction and wished her a good weekend. So she asked me that kind of meaningless distraction I was planning on. I probably should have said I was going drinking, but just said, "probably best not to talk about it. Part of my dark side." So she starts guessing. Her first guess was a gay bar. That had me nearly fall out of my chair in laughter, especially considering that just that very morning she had told me that she considers herself to be somewhat "psychic". After three guesses I told her "its involves a hotel, a lovely brunette, and a lot of cash". So her response was "Good for you, keeping those ladies employed" and then said but "I think your pulling my leg". So I wrote back, "you misunderstand, she teaching me how to play the harmonica" But then, I guess I sort of regretted the disclosure so I sent her a number other jokes about my evening plans, including telling her that she was psychic cause her first guess about the gay bar was right all along. Later that night she wrote to me that she had figured out what I meant by Harmonica lessons - a blow job. Said she had googled it. I found it especially funny that she had to google it. Anyway we're still friends. And shes actually the only friend that I've ever disclosed my hobby too. The whole situation was just so funny I think it did more to releave my stress than the lovely brunette (though she was great too). So heres my question. If you were in similar situation and had a friend guessing about what you were doing where you were confident that the disclose wouldn't come back to haunt you, would you tell her, or what excuse would you come up with. But I'm not looking for advice [at all] so make it funny.