- A friend I used to work with emailed me about a week or so ago because she wants to fix me up with her friend's brother. (He and I have since exchanged voicemails, but haven't yet connected in person.) His name is Nick.
- Another friend emailed me tonite to finalize our plans for tomorrow. She mentioned that some guy might be meeting us out for the purpose of meeting me. His name is Nick.
- My sister texted me from her husband's high school reunion tonite (about an hour after I got the email from my friend above) with a pic of a really cute guy captioned "Your husband." His name is... you guessed it!... Nick.
What does all of this mean? I don't know. Maybe nothing!
But is it at all weird that St. Nicholas is supposedly the patron saint of single women? (Check out this blog post for details.) I don't know.
And is it weird that good ol' St. Nick is as far as the eye can see right now (the mall, the television, the papers)? I don't know.
What do I know? This is gonna be a confusing couple of weeks for me. Wow.
*** UPDATE *** UPDATE *** UPDATE ***
I confirmed with my mother that my name was supposed to be Nicholas until I was born missing the requisite... ummm... appendage.
And, I had a dream about Nick Jonas last nite. (Who's creepy now?)