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07/2005

If your name is Dave, I will love you.

Like four out of five boys, my brother’s name is Dave. Unlike most siblings, we liked each other growing up and we still like each other so my fondness for the name comes quite naturally in a normal sort of way, mind you.

My kindergarten boyfriend was named David because all Daves are Davids at age five.

I loved a guy named Dave who changed his name to David once we broke up, thinking it would be an adequate disguise, but he couldn’t fool me. The David lurking around my website was the Dave I once loved.

In the late nineties, I was smitten by a guy named Dave in a way that left me weak in the knees for months.

I almost married the next Dave and, after that, I was set up with three more Daves. My friends know better than to set me up with an Eddie or an Andrew. Some girls like doctors, I like Daves.

Then there’s David Letterman. In college, he waited up for me each night and made me laugh for an hour straight which was just what I needed after a long night of serving greasy pizza and cold beer. He didn’t mind my smell. Didn’t even care if I showered. He was happy to see me Monday through Friday. I missed him on the weekends.

So, I moved on. One of my favorite movies? Dave. Oh how I love the Dave Frontier. It’s a good place for any girl but especially a girl like me.

Because if your name is Dave, I will love you.