letting all hang out

It might have been a goof. It might have been chance, but whatever it was, I am not only pleased with the end results, I am also puzzled.
Half pint (earning his nick name from what transpired and taken from Ella Fitzgerald's "Bewitched") pulled the rug out from under me. It started with a very candid email about kissing. I was being called out about the kissing being "perfunctory". From there it transpired into him asking where we were at. It hasn't been long enough to ask a question like that, and yes I was holding back. So I took a risk and sent him to my blog. I wanted him to have insight.
Half pint read not just the posting for that day, but all 8 of them and then asked if they were written in real time. The answer is yes to which he then asked, "So when you text messaged me "I'm just taking some time for me" you were really out trying to get laid." Yup. I just needed to get laid and he felt that was "such a man thing". After I explained to him a few things he seemed to understand.
I was shocked. You mean you still like me even though you now know more about me and the not so pretty parts at that? I have huge abandonment issues with a nice side of low self esteem which is a lovely recipe for self sabotage and self fulfilling prophecies. But the fact that he's been able to roll with all the punches thus far has me at a minimum impressed.