A Coda

After the Blogger Bash, I went down to Rodeo Bar to hook up with my friend Brooke. More beers were consumed, as we perched on bar stools, eating peanuts and tossing the shells onto the floor. At one point, I was talking to her about my disappointing love life, and I said, emphatically, “I am no longer going to do ANY MORE WORK. I have HAD it. I want someone who is brave enough to just COME UP TO ME and ask me for my phone number … I am SICK of doing the pursuing!”

Literally 5 minutes later, a man came over to us and engaged us in conversation and within 10 minutes he was whispering to my friend Brooke, “Sheila has such a big heart. She needs somebody to pursue her. She needs somebody to treat her well.” Then he told me that I HAD to go out with him on Valentine’s Day. “We must be together! I am already planning where I want to take you!” It was out of the blue, and also too funny because I had just stated, categorically, what I wanted, and Mystery Man strolled up and fulfilled it all.

He’s from Iran. I asked him, “Will Iran be a democracy? Is it gonna happen or what?”

He said, “Yes. Very soon.”

“Oh, God, I hope so.”

Then I told him I wanted to visit Iran. It is on my top 5 places-I-want-travel list. He said, “Oh, you would love Iran! You would just have to cover your hair.”

I thought he said I would have to “color” my hair. “What? I would have to color my hair?”

“No! No! Cover.”

“Ohhhhh. Right. Of course.”

Anyway, I gave him my phone number … not because I was swept away by him or anything, he actually came on a little bit TOO strong, but I had to give him the phone number really because of how he appeared, manifesting exactly what I just said I wanted. I don’t want to spit too much in the face of fate!

Me to Brooke: “I want somebody to come up and ask me out, and have the courage to take that risk!!”
He appears. “I want to go out with you. As soon as possible.”

Then Brooke and I danced to the music of the Niagaras (Brooke’s favorite band) … thrashing about, and bouncing up and down, losing our minds. It was gloriously fun.

A good night, all in all.

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