Irony abounds
On Saturday, I went house-hunting with my sister in East Nashville. We had a blast looking at all the $70,000 homes next to the crack houses. We were on our way to the last house on our list, when I decided to take a shortcut. Turns out the street I took was exactly where I'd like to like if I had $250,000 to spend on a house, which I don't. But, we saw one for sale and couldn't resist asking the neighbors about it. I talked with two ladies gardening across the street, then we pulled around the back and my sister started talking with a woman gardening at a house just behind the one we liked. That lady said, "Hang on, John will know more about that house and the neighborhood; he lives here."
As she said it, I started wondering if it was the guy I went on the blind date in January 2004.
He walks out of the house, and I say, "Hi, John. I'm Miriam. We went on a date a year ago." "Oh, yeah. Hi!" He invited us in, my sister finally closed her gaping mouth from shock, and we chatted for about 20 minutes about the neighborhood, and all kinds of stuff. His girlfriend is interested in the social work program my sis is about to graduate from, and she might need help with some community service stuff I could set up with the kids I work with!
What a weird week.