Hello...

...is it me you're looking for? Sorry, just had to go back to 2008 for a moment. But that moment is not the one that sealed my fate as a broke, squeeing fangirl. It was the first time ever I saw his...nope. Not doing that again. It was Omaha. Yes, the first time anyone had ever heard of David Cook. Unless you frequented the bar he worked at, saw him performing pre-idol, anything like that. But anyway, back to the story. The first time I laid eyes on him, I felt something. Weird, because he hadn't even sung a blessed note. The second he opened his mouth and the words "My name is David Cook" poured out, I was dead. He was so genuine, so different. Not to mention, he was gorgeous. Yes, folks, David Cook was a hottie pants. Still is.

I found myself falling deeper once he began singing "Living on a Prayer". I love that song, and I love Bon Jovi, but this isn't about you, Jon. I loved how Randy and Paula got him, and to this day I'm still confused by Simon. Yes, he is worthy. He's also wordy. Whatever you said, you silly Brit. I love you. But yes, that was the moment my life changed forever. And...it gets better. Or worse, depending on how you look at it. If you're my parents and friends, you'd say it's definitely worse. If you're another one of DC's people, you know exactly where I'm coming from when I say I'd gladly educate anyone who thought otherwise. Can I get an AMEN? I thank God for this man everyday, and I thank him for Andrew. Because this is all his fault. On a side note, I'm roughly 8 hours from Omaha, and had a passing thought about going to those auditions. Still kicking myself for that one. But I guess that was for the best...I could never recover from a beating like that. To conclude, I will say there has never been anyone like David, and there never will be again. He's one of a kind, and that's the way we like it, right? Till next time...