coincidence is a really a strange and wonderful thing.
I’m sitting at the bar in the Marriott in NOLA, drinking a scotch for Julio who could not be here with us, when I’m approached, apparently for the purpose of chatting up, by a guy we’ll call Hector*
Hector happens to mention he’s a Navy pilot.
I burst out laughing. When I collect myself, I rush to apologize, and I say, “I’m sorry, I’m not laughing at you, it’s just a coincidence.”
At this point, his friend Dave* joins us. I explain that I’m a romance novelist, and on Monday, I have a new book coming out. Hector asks “is it about a Navy pilot?”
And I affirm that it is.
Dave puts his arm around Hector and rubs Hector’s nipples and asks “Is it about a gay Navy pilot?”
And I affirm that it is.
After some laughing and some joking around and some good-natured teasing, I sign some High and Tight postcards for them, and off they go.
Dave and Hector, though those aren’t your real names, thank you for making me laugh and feel good about the release of my new book. If you do, as you said you wanted to, purchase the book, I hope you’ll let me know what you think. I enjoyed meeting you both–as well as your friend Martha*, who was lovely.
Coincidence is a strange and wonderful thing.
*not his/her real name.