J Date jam for Jena

So this is an email I just sent in reply to a Fwd from a friend. She belongs to this list where people post concerns, questions et al... I included the original posting first for clarity. I guess...



Dear QFers,
This is a posting for amusement and interest.

It suddenly dawned on me the other day, that my boyfriend is called
Alfred, my three best girlfriends are called Annie, Antonia and
Aarona, my business partner is called Alex, my loyal web designer
Alegria, the architect of my up and coming center called Aya, my
administrative assistant Angie and one of the holistic health
counselors on my staff also called Angela. That's nine names
beginning with A within my closest personal and business circles.
That is quite an unusual occurrence. I can't say I've ever before
noticed such an example of alliteration of names of the important
people in my life. Have you?

So, here's my question, intended to elicit your imagination as I seek
a different kind of QF recommendation - not for where to find a great
meal or perfect pilates class, but how to analyze life at large.

What does it mean? Is there a meaning inferred by this case of the
reoccurring A's.

If you have any interpretations, I'd love to hear

thanks in advance,
Jena


Dear Qters,

As I was quietly sitting at my desk at work, reading personal emails and taking care of other unrelated work matters such as Holidays Greetings and the true meaning of calories in chocolate chips cookies, I opened Jena’s message and my breath started to shorten. No, I was not dying of a heart attack, but rather choking down my own singularity, painfully swallowing what was left of my identity.

While most of my friends are already highly amused by this, let me here explain: every single guy I have –attempted?- to date this year (it is NY after all, and finding a decent guy has proven slightly harder than applying for a job you seem eternally under qualified for…), every single date, I was saying, shared the strange similarity of bearing a first name starting with a ”J”.

All of them you might ask? Well, every time the disturbing sequence seemed to end, it was only to be broken by the letter “A”. First there was Justin the dancer, then Alexandre the UN activist testing his thick French accent against my newly adopted Brooklyn attitude, one vowel at the time. Then came Josh, Josh and Josh (I also have series of 3’s that engender letters + numbers, but that would call for another posting altogether.) Respectively the broker, writer and web designer. Jason the real estate extatic, Jan the Investment Fund Foreigner, Andrès the Argentinean artist turned into a JP Morgan sell out, Juan-ma the scientist measuring up the stress in NYorkers’ blood stream by quantifying the level of adrenaline in mice exposed to famished wild cats. Adam the way-too-young to be declared, Angelo the Italian mobster (no kidding), and again Alexandre (maybe I should stop hanging out in my ersatz of French community. But then again, I have one Alexandre to go and I don’t fly back home that often…) and Jeff, whatever that one was doing.
That’s about it for this year and that’s probably more than enough. Well, that’s counting without the friends in my close circle: Judith, Javi, Jesse, Joel, James, Jonathan, Jean-Philippe, and Jérémie, who just sent an invitation for his birthday party this morning although I am not even sure we have actually met.

So, Jena, what can I make out of all that, besides the fact that you also have an “A” recurrence and your name starts with a J? I really don’t know. Last year went by with a cycle of “D’s” and that only ended on New Years Eve with, well, you know, Justin. My take on this? I am on my way to Mexico this Sunday and 2006 has another good 10 days to go. Juan, José, Jaime, I’m ready.

Maïa