Okay, so, we all know the definition of irony.  The classic definition (or at least dictionary.com’s 5th defintion):  “an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected”.  But, in each of our lives, we have our own personal theories related to events we’ve experienced.

My most recent definition could not-so-concisely be represented in these words - “when a 30-something single woman decides to embark on a new writing project chronicaling the trials and tribulations of her solo life, and then, out of nowhere, meets a man.  A good man.  A sweet man.  A hot man.  A creative man.  And her life is turned upside down.”

Many of you are aware of my latest life twist.  Via Facebook photos, or word-of-mouth, a phonecall or even a face-to-face meeting with the man.  And I’m sure you’re hoping I open up a massive can and spill all the details (Bill S. - I’m talking to you).  But the thing is, single women beyond a certain age have learned a few key life lessons.  And one of those is:  shouting new, exciting experiences to the world in an untimely manner (especially related to dating) can have devastating consequences.  You know what I mean, don’t you, ladies?  Let’s take, for example, a recent re-meeting of mine…with my Navy pilot from the past.  We (he and I) cooed of our new refound love to the world.  Family members rejoiced.  Premature wedding plans were hatched.  The quintessential love storyline buzzed through phone lines and cyberspace, and, in the end, it freaked us both out to hell.  Because, the reality is, no matter how exciting the circumstances, grasping coupledom after years of independence can be a scary prospect - even in the most solitary of circumstances.

So…because I do understand the pain of waiting on juicy information, I will reveal some snippets.  This new man and I met at a sports bar (or so we thought).  That’s confusing, isn’t it…the “or so we thought” comment.  And I would try to explain it, but I’m not sure either of us fully understand the reality of what happened.  But, let me just say, this very blog was a catalyst to our meeting.  I knew it was good for sumthin’!!  Okay, okay, I’ll try to elaborate.  Here’s the deal.  Stephen (yes, that’s his real name) is in a band.  I didn’t know this when I met him, but something tells me a few of you (or more) reading this are not surprised by this reality.  I like me a creative man.  But, no offense to my fellow creatives, most can be a little, well, interesting, possibly difficult.  So, finding someone passionate about what they do who isn’t a raving jackass can be, well, damn near impossible.  But it appears the good ones do exist.  It appears you can stumble across creative, passionate, driven, responsible….and sweet.  Jackpot.  Or so it seems.  Time will have to prove that one way or the other.  Hence the need to hold back a bit.

Alright, so back to our meeting.  My belief is that I randomly met him watching football at The Tavern.  Reality - or so we’re trying to uncover - is that the lead singer in his band (along with his crafty girlfriend), found my blog, read it and decided that the two of us should meet.  And so they made it happen.  Somehow.  We don’t know how.  But it happened.  Of course they deny it all (with suspect smirks on their faces).  So, it’s possible there’s more to this story.  Regardless, it’s a good one, and whether we ever find out the real truth or not, it resulted in our meeting.  And I’m happy for that.

All is going well.  Goo, goo, gaw, gaw, and all that good stuff.  I saw Stephen’s band a couple of weeks ago, and was blown away.  Really…I’m being as completely unbiased as I can be here.  They were - UNBELIEVABLE.  And it appears they are on the precipice of something.  Which, to be honest, is a bit scary to me…but I’m up for rolling with the punches.  They deserve it.  Check out their MySpace music site when you get a chance…I think you’ll understand what I’m talking about:  http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewProfile&friendID=80721565.  If this link doesn’t work, just plug “pale band houston” into Google, and it’ll bring up the MySpace link.  The name of the band is “Pale” and my little punkin (I know, I know) plays bass.

It’s possible you might have concerns about my book project.  Will she put it aside due to recent events?  Is the whole thing now null and void?  Absolutely not.  In fact, I feel these realities and unexplained happenings are what life is all about.  For early marrieds.  Perpetual singles.  Or those inbetween.  The book will press on.  It just may have a more interesting ending :) 

Talk to me, people.

(P.S. - Still having trouble uploading photos into blog posts, so you’ll have to go to the Paparazzi link to see a pic of the boy)

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