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.