enough about you. let's talk about me and david.

(pre-script: i realize the bad timing of this post, seeing as i spent a good amount of the last post defending myself against teeny-boppers, but inspiration comes on it's own schedule, dang it.)

i won't skirt around the issue here: i love david archuleta. i have loved him from the beginning (but who doesn't? if you don't, you probably kill kittens for fun.) he is adorable. he is quirky. he is endearing. and i love him.

our unhealthy relationship is full of loyalty, support, and doe-eyed adoration, and can only be construed as unhealthy because david.....doesn't know me.

i imagine, though, there is a void in his life. he doesn't know where it came from or what can fill it. is it fame? is it money? is it having the affection of every teenage girl? no, it's rachael. he can learn the easy way, by reading this post (are you taking note, david?), finding me, and sweeping me off my feet. but he'll probably learn the hard way by dating lots of girls who will only intensify the void in his life that i will instantly repair the second our eyes meet in his favorite restaurant that i happen to be at- which i still have to learn of somehow. (making someone fall in love with you is no piece of cake, i assure you.)

i wonder if our kids will think it's weird that i saw him in concert three times before we met. that i have a sweatshirt that says "david archuleta for president." that i have his (pre-signed) authentic autographed picture that my best friend nabbed at a charity event for me. by then, it won't matter. i will have made him a man in love.

i was smitten the first time i saw his picture in a magazine showcasing the american idol 2008 contestants. "mom, he's from salt lake and he's my age!" i gushed. and so began our journey together. i became obsessed. every tuesday night was a david archuleta party. i youtubed him creepily often. my friends and i had long arguments with our a.p. u.s. history teacher about archuleta vs. cook. it doesn't matter that he didn't win because he won't be bound to american idol for eternity (have you heard about the winner's contract??) and can spend more time with me.

i almost cried when my mom pointed out that rachael archuleta is, like, the worst name ever. but love knows no bounds. you know that designer on "trading spaces" named paige davis? she married a man with the last name page. as far as i know, they're still going strong.

now comes the part where i share with you my most intimate moment with david. it was beautiful, romantic, and the moment i knew i. was. in. love. i went to his hometown visit with my friends when he was in the top three of american idol. it was fantastic. it was everything i dreamed of and more. (except for those other pesky fangirls. if i could just get rid of them...) when it was over and everyone was leaving, i happened to walk by the stage at the same time as about 20 other girls. and then.....right there, in the middle of the murray high football field, david archuleta turned and waved. to me. i was, as thumper describes in bambi, twitterpated. just like that, i knew i was in love.

(for the record, if those 20 other girls claim that he waved at them...don't listen. they may be so delusional to think that it was meant for them, but that's all it is. delusion.)

i'm not delusional. i get it. and what i get....is that david and i have a love that will last....or at least we will once i find that blasted restaurant.