Addicted to Davids

I swear, the David disease I have is gaining in momentum. I've tried to convince myself that it was coincidental. I think my friends used to think that. They don't anymore.

My very best friend, whose name is Jan, ) not to be confused with another good friend who is a DAVID Jones fan (yeah, the Monkees...and my first love) whose name is Jan. Or another friend who is a Davy fan whose name is Janet.) anyway, my best friend Jan says that I create stuff out of osmosis. I'm not sure what that means, but it may be true. I may be creating all these Davids that I find out of ectoplasm or something.

Anyway, let me give you some examples of my disease.

My first love was Davy (David) Jones. My first boyfriend at age 11 was David Clodfelter. My first great love and third boyfriend was David Henderson.

I dated a track star in high school named David Stegenga. I dated a good looking hotel clerk (and probably a prime jerk looking back on it) named David Grey. Well, I probably didn't "date" David Grey. I engaged in some cardio activity with him though.

Oddly enough, I didn't marry a David. This may be why I'm apparently permanently single.

I married one boy whose name is synonomous with the old joke "what do you call a man with no arms and no legs in a pile of leaves?"

I will give you the answer to that only if you ask.

Anyway....along came a Mike that I married the second time. That didn't last long. The great love of my whole life came next, whose name was Randy Hall. He broke my heart. Then there was a Chris, and a long David dry spell. So much for the love life in my David disease. I'll move on to work, and recent exploits.

So I meet David O. What can I say about David O? Well he's pink. That tells you a lot, doesn't it? In fact he may be the ULTIMATE pink. His ear is pictured in an older post, too.

Cute as a button, smart as can be, as charismatic as Bill Clinton, (he really should have been a politician) a devastating Davy Jones smile, the only attractive Yankee voice I've ever heard, and the complete Metro. Enough to pull this moth right into the flame, right? He had me at 'Ello. No, wait, that's the British one...

I needed a full time client and was in the middle of a Davy fever, having rediscovered my little Manchester love after 35 years. David is about the same size as Davy. Of course he swears he is much bigger than that. He has a very similar smile. He was at the height of his career...and he believed in my abilities as much as I believed in his pinkness. We were a boss and employee, master and slave, match made in heaven. I adored him...still do, in fact, although I've spent the last 2 years trying to get away from him. He's also married with four - FOUR freaking kids! Little kids, too. LOUD little kids. Shoot me now. But he's pink. What's a girl to do? I worked for him and crushed over him. Unrequited worship and all that.

I never said I was normal, did I? Keep your insulting thoughts to yourself.

But this started another David syndrome. I have 5 Davids in my email addresses. David O's old boss and nemesis was named David. I met another local golf guy that I've talked to for years and may start working for soon named David. I met an SEO guy (which is what I do) in Charlotte named David.

I have a grand total of 17 Davids as friends on MySpace. My medical doctor that I recently acquired and simply love - David Hiltz.

Somewhere in all this (and a Myspace "friend") is David Carradine, aka Quai Chang Caine from the Kung Fu tv series. Another lifetime favorite who I credit with giving me most of my spiritual beliefs which lean towards Buddhism.

I will talk to a clerk in a convenience store, start to walk out, and he will say, I'm David so-and-so, by the way. I will sigh and say "it figures." I'll go t a drug store and get a prescription filled...read the bottle later on and the pharmacist will be David somebody.

There are Davids all over the television. Duchovny, Hassellhoff, David Lee Roth, and David Letterman. What did American Idol do this year? They had a whole season with 2 Davids battling it out for the winner!

So you tell me. Am I inundated with Davids? Is this normal?

A bit of David history to finish this diatribe out, and I will quit...

David: meaning, "Beloved" (also another meaning is "spoiled and demanding".)

David ruled as king of Israel in the 10th century BC and Jesus is thought to have descended from him. In the Old Testament, several of David’s stories are told, including his defeat of Goliath.

St David is the patron saint of Wales, and the only one of the British patron saints to be celebrated in the country of his birth. He founded various monastic settlements in Wales, and is said to have performed several miracles. St David's, where he was buried, is the smallest city in the UK. It has only 2000 residents, but does boast a cathedral. This is a typical David characteristic...being small but boasting of having more than the big guys.

Camp David is the mountain retreat of the US Presidents, the "David" part was named after Dwight Eisenhower's grandson David. You gotta know that kid was rotten.

Jacques-Louis David was a French painter, more commonly known by David, famous for his painting 'The Death of Marat'.

David Cameron is the leader of the British Conservative party. Other notable Davids include footballer David Beckham, and singer David Bowie.

There is an extremely famous Catholic bishop or some kind of big shot, named Fr. David O'Connell, and he competes with my David for being in Google the most.

David was the 13th most popular name in the USA.

Outside of the US, it is particularly popular in Spain (#4 in 2006) and Austria (#3 in 2006).

There. Enough about David for one post. I'm sure there will be one or more on the phone soon.