My name has always been a conversation stopper, but now ‘Desiree’ immediately conjures up images of the latest Bachelorette and I’m not sure I’m crazy about what all the future headlines will say.
She seems nice enough, but you know the stories will start flowing.
I’ve lived with this for a good while, though.
The name Desiree is beautiful (in my somewhat biased opinion), but has another side to it, too.
Neil Diamond wrote a song about Desiree, the woman who ‘made him a man’.
Napoleon Bonaparte had a mistress named Desiree, who he cheated on Josephine with (or so the stories go).
And I hear more than one stripper calls herself Desiree, too (not that I’ve ever met any, at least none that I’m aware of).
After all, Desiree means desired and much sought after.
That doesn’t have to be dirty, right?
In Sweden, it’s the middle name for every female member of the royal family.
That’s certainly classy enough.
So maybe this Desiree will be classy, too, and the stories about her will be, as well.
I do appreciate that she also goes by ‘Des’, which is what my friends call me, but only my friends. It’s like that invisible line that is crossed once I connect with someone…they then get to call me Des.
I already feel like I could call this gal Des, based on the first episode of the show.
I’ll be following her story, watching who she picks and wondering if I’d do the same if I ever had 25 men falling over themselves for me.
Not that I’d want that.
I’m pretty traditional in my thought that you don’t go on TV to find love. You don’t actually LOOK at all. It tends to find you.
But maybe she’ll get lucky and it’ll find her on this show.
I wish her the best.
After all, it’s my duty to cheer for Desiree.
This Desiree name is a kind of a hard one to live with, so we have to pull together.
And did I mention my middle name is Hope? So I have high hopes, too.
It’s tough stuff living up to these names, huh?