Well, it’s official.. David Letterman is no longer single. Truth be told, he’s been attached for a long time.. but until the final vows were said, I considered him fair game.. the mother of his young son notwithstanding.
I’ve loved him forever.. as long as I can remember knowing who he was. And true, in later years, he’s become more cynical and even bitter at times.. and well, older. But I forgive him for this because he’s brilliant. He doesn’t pander to the lowest common denominator like Jay Leno, and his wit is dangerously sharp–still.
A man with a sense of humor has always caught my eye.. but one who’s also flawed and a bit deranged is irresistible.
You know that gap between his teeth? Perfect! His skewed charm, his flirtability.. all fodder for years of my dreams.
Dave said he avoided marriage partly because he felt other men saw him as sort of “the last gunslinger”.. a man who’d escaped the trappings of that convention.
Hmm.. well.. maybe other men are disappointed. But I’ll tell you what. David Letterman’s new gig only makes him more attractive to women–at least this woman. It only sweetens the deal.
His purple tie, his gray socks, the goofiness.. it’s all part of the love.
I’d wish him good luck, best wishes and all of that.. but I’m still smarting from the news that he chose someone else instead of me.
Never mind that he never met me.
Unrequited adoration? Probably.
It’s still great to know that he’s in the world and making funny stuff happen. That has to be good enough for me.
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