Rachel's Daily Diary

David

David is the name of the first man I dated, but I don't write about him much because for so long he was no longer in my life.   He was my first kiss, my first everything.   I have tried several times to kindle a friendship that was never there, but to no avail.   I did once further explain him. As the result of him, I had a quote on the wall of my apartment from Alfred Hitchcock's Rope (1948):

The Davids of this world merely occupy space.
David told me (in August 1999) that he never wanted to speak to me again.   It came after I told him that I didn't want him in my life anymore.   He has since sent me one e-mail, which I deleted without reading.   I assumed it was a harassing message, based on the subject line of "what the" [there are only two word which follow that phrase, and neither can be found in children's books, to borrow a line from Matthew's favorite Ella song].   I don't know why he wrote me after requesting to cease communication, but I also don't care.   He and I are both stubborn enough to stick with it for life (or at least I thought so, but that one e-mail makes me wonder...).

Recent David entries:

David S.

Another David in my diary is a friend on the net.   He lives in the Bay Area.   David has been e-mailing me since 1 December 1998.   He likes to write little parts of his e-mails in Spanish, which I can never read, since my three years of high school Spanish were shoddy to begin with, and got much worse once I took French. I can, of course, translate them with babelfish.

David C.

I also have a cousin named David, one of my few relatives who is actually interested in my geneological research.   He currently resides in Manhattan...   His brother lives in Israel.

 

created Friday, 5 March 1999
updated Wednesday, 29 May 2002