Me? Really?

A funny thing happened to me this weekend. My best friend and I made the trip to beautiful downtown Parma to watch her dad's band--the guy plays bass like a man possessed by some serious rock devil. I think I've been to Parma twice in my life, so I was just minding my own business and trying to go unnoticed like usual (read: talking loudly to complete strangers, "shaking it" in front of the stage, tipping back a few shots and barely restraining myself from bum-rushing the stage, hijacking the microphone and singing "Green-Eyed Lady.")

So imagine my surprise when I was introduced to an adorable gal who regularly reads my blog, despite the fact that she's never even met me. Here I thought the only people reading this thing were relatives, a handful of friends and the CIA (yea, I know you're watching me, you filthy suits--YOU'VE GOT NOTHING ON ME!). I couldn't believe this seemingly normal, sweet, PTA president would want to subject herself to my smutty stream-of-consciousness, but needless to say I was sincerely flattered. I gave her a hug and literally floated out of the place and into the street as if I were on a cloud. Then of course I was nearly flattened by some asshat in a Camaro, which quickly brought me back to earth.

Back in Lakewood, exhausted from trying to work my way through a crowd of guys with tiny hands and foreheads that just happened to be at the same height as my boobs, any lingering feeling of celebrity completely wore off. But it was fun while it lasted--so I just wanted to quickly thank anyone and everyone reading this, and those of you brave enough to pass this mess on to your friends. It means a lot.

Enough blathering. This week marks one full year of me being single. To commemorate this as well as the abominable holiday that is Valentines Day, my next post will be a "year in review" of sorts, chockfull of interesting guy-related experiences, or as I like to call them, "proof that God holds a grudge." So check back in a day or two, pour a glass of wine, crank up Celine Dion's "All By Myself" and prepare to be left cynical, alone and underwhelmed. Huzzah!