Going to see a guy about a guitar

I bought my first guitar yesterday for $75 from a guy named Lenny that I met through the wonderful world of craig's list. It's really no monumental occurrence; millions of people use craig's list to buy stuff every day, and probably half as many have bought musical instruments.
But, one acute difference where I'm concerned is that a. I don't know how to play the guitar, and b. I don't generally go to strangers' houses to purchase goods.
Point b is fairly irrelevant, but as I arrived at Lenny's and knocked on the door at our pre-arranged time after I got off work, it occurred to me that no one knew where I was and even more disturbing, it occurred to me that it would be until the next day that I didn't show up for work and then weekend plans, that anyone would even know I was missing.
These are thoughts a girl from Mississippi has in Philadelphia sometimes. I don't know if it makes me cautious or a wuss, but I'd rather not end up on Fox Channel 9 news here, where the newscasters can barely read and would most likely mispronounce my name when they reported that my head had been found on South Street while an arm turned up in Wissahickon (because I like to say Wissahickon).
Anyway, back to the guitar thing. I have wanted to learn to play guitar since I was about 10. I took lessons, in fact, for about 6 weeks, until my mother decided that the stupid piano was a more lady-like instrument for a Southern girl to learn. (for all the good that ladylike business did)
So, alas, I had been consigned to staring longingly at those who could pick up a guitar, start to strum and immediately conjure images of Bob Dylan or Joni Mitchell.
I even made a New Year's resolution about 3 years ago to learn to play, since it was something I always wanted to do, but I believe that was the same year I resolved to quit smoking(see earlier post), so it fell by the wayside.
Having been knocked sideways by a few things this week, I realized, "What the heck am I waiting for?" How long will I have nearly unlimited time/resources all to MYSELF to do what I want, when I want and really better myself as a person?
Well, considering that I think my 3-year niece will be in a functional relationship sooner than I will, I may always have unlimited time to myself, but my more optimistic part says that will not always be the case, and one day, I will have the demands of juggling the things that a modern-day gal has to juggle and won't be able to pursue learning the guitar.
So, I'm doing it. And I'm so excited about it, it's almost obscene, but it feels good to look forward to doing something that I made a vow to myself a long time ago that I would.
And so, I am issuing preemptive apologies to friends, family and most importantly, neighbors, because I feel that this is something I will be slightly obsessive about, as I begin to realize my dream of sitting in a chair with my guitar bathed in blue light while I huskily sing "Me and Bobby McGee" in a seedy bar and am discovered by a indie producer who wants to make me the "next big thing."
Who says a rich fantasy life isn't necessary? If it weren't for my dreams and hopes, reality would be fairly bleak sometimes.
So, I'll be coming to an open mike near you sometime soon, be afraid, be very afraid.
FREEBIRD!