My friends were feeling Fantasia and Jennifer Hudson.  While that’s more respectable than a Jordin Sparks groove and all, David, I knew you’d come one day.  I knew there would be a voice that would make me believe this American Idol stuff wasn’t just a crock.  I saved myself just for you.

Another friend said that you have big hands and thicker lips that he expected.  Well, I told that friend, “Two out of an unknown third is good for me.”  Ah, bliss!

Even this picture showing you with the cutest little belly and man-tit action confirms you are the real fucking deal.

Yes, David, bring it for me on November 18th.