Isn't It Ironic?

If someone were to ask me about my favorite band, I would have to say "U2," hands down - they're the best band in the history of music. While I adore Bono, the Edge, Adam and Larry, I think the musician who has had the greatest impact on my understanding of how women relate to men is Alanis Morisette. I know she's not really a great role model and songs like, "You Oughta Know," and "Right Through You" are not anthems to healthy relationships. I think that the fact that she became popular when I was first becoming interested in boys and my mom really didn't like her, had a lot to do with the fact that I claimed her as my own voice of angst and emotion. I used to sing "Head Over Feet" to my first boyfriend. When we broke up, all I wanted to listen to was "You Learn." It's fitting that "Ironic" is my current soundtrack.

I'm moving on Friday. Leaving Lawrence and not coming back for any extended period of time. It makes sense that I just met the man of my dreams.

When I first moved here in August 2004, one of my friends and mentors predicted that I would meet my husband here. I laughed it off and forgot it about. At the time I was pretty convinced that I had already met my husband, he just lived 1000 miles away and didn't quite realize that he was in love with me. I was still convinced of that until about a week ago. Now, I'm really hoping she was right.

I met this guy at my regular coffee shop. When I walked in the door, I overheard him talking about the city where I went to college. After ordering my latte, I sat down at a table next to his and tried to look consumed with my book while eavesdropping. He wasn't saying very flattering things about my city or my alma matter, so I looked over and indignantly asked if he was from there.

"I lived there for a few months. Why? Am I trashing your town?"

"Yeah, you are," I replied shyly, realizing how rude I had been.

It turns out we have a lot in common. He's spent some time in Latin America, he enjoys talking about politics, he's in law school, he's really good looking, smart and funny. He likes to camp and hike. It's really perfect. He's pretty much everything I could want. Most importantly he's a Christian.

He came to my graduation party two weeks ago. We chatted for a little while. He was one of the last to leave.

Last week I went out with a group to celebrate a friend's 8th anniversary in the US. I knew he would be there. We only talked for a few minutes but that's when I realized how much I really like him. I had been joking with my roommates about how I wanted to date him. Joke's on me though, 'cause I really want him.

And now he's helping me move tomorrow. Isn't it ironic?