"Joanne the Taxi Fairy!"

If you are interested in knowing how my date went the other night you are gonna have to click onto my own personal Midget wrangler blog! (cross promotion?) This story takes up about twenty minutes where that one ended!

So I was waiting in a taxi Q on Stephens green, Friday night, huge Christmas party night so even though it wasn't even one in the morning yet it was busy...really busy, 50 people in front of me? Now it was moving fairly well, and I was sober and didn't need to wee so I was happy to stand there people watching and texting! There was a bit of aggro and one point when a guy tried to get in front of a rather narky looking middle aged couple! He smelt (quite nicely) of Wacky Backy! That bit of drama averted, the queue moved on, for some reason at one point an English guy took a photo of the line, "Hey Henry show us your photos from Dublin....Wow, and what do they call this? T A X I? oh how strange!"

I waited, getting more and more excited as the q moved, thinking about my lovely bed waiting at home and how I was gonna get to write my post about my date! Now, I was next, along came a taxi, and lo and behold a lady who looked like a cross between Amy Winehouse and Patsy from Ab Fab swayed over to me, "where are you going?", "Blackrock", I answered, "I'm going to Kiliney, could we share?" she hiccuped. My mind now is spinning, woman is in a different time zone than I am, she might puke on my velvet jacket, but she is well dressed and I don't get a bad vibe off her (I've also been pissed in town shattered and had to queue for an hour for a taxi), sad yes, bad no! "Sure!" and in we pop!

Now we are on our way and there is an awkward silence, so me being me, I ask her was she out at a work "do" tonight, she was it turns out in the Fitzwilliam (yummy cocktails there) and she worked in television. So she asked what were you doing out tonight, and well, me being me, I tell her the story about it being the first date and the separation, she is fascinated by it, mostly by the positive attitude I have and the fact that I haven't made a purse from my ex husbands scrotum! She told me her name was Joanne and that she was married longer than I had been (she was mid forties) they had no children and she was lonely, that even though I was alone I wasn't as lonely as she was! Now we spoke some more and I was home, I hugged her goodbye and went to pay the driver, Joanne said,nope I'm paying for this, I was gonna insist, but she lives in Kiliney, travels the world and works in TV?? So I said thanks and headed into my little ex council house!

You are probably thinking why is she telling us this stupid story? Well my life is going through a metamorphosis at the moment and if Joanne had approched (if she had) six months ago I would have said no, I was a much more closed person, more fearful, so I would have missed out on a lovely experience, which i think was very positive for both of us! Also I'd had my date that evening and I'd run away when he tried to kiss me goodnight so I was feeling a bit upset and worried as to whether I was doing the right thing, this small positive experience felt like a sign from the universe that I am heading in the right direction and that good things are happening to me, I just have to be open enough to accept them into my life!

I told a friend this story yesterday, now he is a pinnacle of cynicism and he said years ago when he was young and foolish and dabbled (well nearly drowned) in drugs things like this would happen and they called them "Mad little Events!" They were odd people you met or situations you found yourself in because you were more reckless (he also asked did she steal my purse)! I think it's more than that, I think the energy in the universe wants us to go in the right direction, it's always sending us signs to show us where we should be heading and sometimes we are open to that but other times we aren't!