I’d always heard that John (or variations of the same) was the the most popular men’s name in the world.
This summer, I’ve learned that the rumours are true!
A friend married her fiance named John.
A baby was miscarried and named Jon.
A chef named John came to work in the kitchen at the pub.
I met three men named Jon, John, and John:
One asked me out.
One got my number.
And one I asked to go with me to the wedding of the first John I mentioned.
I’m starting to wonder if there’s some John-centered conspiracy I’m supposed to be part of.