I fall in love very easily.
"What draws you to another person, Neilochka?" you might ask. "Is it beauty? Intelligence? A sense of humor?"
No, as a writer of words, I am first attracted by the person's name.
I have no idea if blogging-gal Fitena is a nice person or a grouch, but I was immediately smitten by the name. Fi-te-na.
When I read one of her comments, I always speak to myself, saying something like, "Oh look, it's a comment from Fi-te-na!"
Things get worse. I sing when I blog, especially when I encounter a blogger whose first name is the same as a famous old song. These bloggers hold a special place in my heart.
I know… I know… chances are the bloggers' names are not even the real names (wimps), but I still like to imagine that Melissa from Texas is the exact same Melissa that the Allman Brothers were thinking about when they sang:
Crossroads, seem to come and go, yeah.
The gypsy flies from coast to coast
Knowing many, loving none,
Bearing sorrow havin’ fun,
But back home he’ll always run
To sweet melissa… mmm…
("Melissa," Allman Brothers)
I have two blogging-pals named Michelle, each mysterious in her own way. I'm always singing this:
Michelle, ma belle.
These are words that go together well,
Michelle, ma belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.
("Michelle," The Beatles)
I’m gonna take you by surprise and make you realize,
I’m gonna tell you right away, I can’t wait another day,
I’m gonna say it like a man and make you understand
Beth, I hear you callin’
But I can’t come home right now
Me and the boys are playin’
And we just can’t find the sound
Just a few more hours
And I’ll be right home to you
I think I hear them callin’
Oh, beth what can I do
Beth what can I do
Oh it's so funny to be seeing you after so long, girl.
And with the way you look I understand
that you were not impressed.
But I heard you let that little friend of mine
take off your party dress.
I'm not going to get too sentimental
like those other sticky valentines,
'cause I don't know if you are loving somebody.
I only know it isn't mine.
Alison, I know this world is killing you.
Oh, Alison, my aim is true.
("Alison," Elvis Costello)
There's also songs for Helena, Jenny, Nancy, Mysterygirl, Brandy, Jill, Elizabeth, Lisa, Sarah, Amy. Did I forget any?
Men bloggers, don't worry. I didn't forget you. I'm not embarrassed to fall in love with a man's name. Everyday, I take a break at noon from whatever freelance project I'm working on, make myself a sandwich, click onto Danny's site, and grab my bagpipes:
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
("Danny Boy," Irish Classic)
Now, despite our separation, the main love of my life remains, of course, Sophia. And I was positive that there weren't any "Sophia" songs in existence. But Google proved me wrong:
Sophia by Bif Naked
Sophia by The Rasmus
Sophia by Enter My Silence
Sophia by X-Ray Spex
Nude Sophia by Lux Occulta
Hagia Sophia by Secret Chiefs 3
Aetheosophia by Thor's Hammer
Song of Sophia by Dead Can Dance
Sophia On The Stereo by The Benjamins
Messages from Sophia by Lisa Germano
Disciples Of Sophia (The Templars) by Necromantia
All For You Sophia by Franz Ferdinand
I spent all tonight downloading these songs. Most of these tunes were just awful. None of them captured any of Sophia's real qualities.
My assignment for later this week: write a song called "Sophia."
(to be continued)