Look, I try to withhold my book recommendations. I do. I tell myself, “Be cool, don’t awkwardly pin down your wife to tell her how the hierarchy of species works in your latest space series.” But sometimes, I just need to point someone toward a book so good it makes you consider quitting your job to live in a shack.
But lately, I’ve started to wonder…Am I Dave?
Who is Dave?
Dave is that person who corners you with intense eye contact and tries to recommend some terrible lifestyle changing book. Or even worse, something his wife wrote, punch me in the face now.
First of all, you didn’t ask. You just wanted to heat up your lunch. But now Dave’s talking about the latest motivational secret sales techniques book and you’re nodding politely while wondering if there’s still a dead cockroach in the break room.
I don’t have a lot of friends at work.
But what if I’m Dave… with better taste?
I mean, sure—I recommend books about intergalactic knights breaching enemy ships and redefining the concept of friendship under duress…
But people probably love that. Right?
They’re probably thinking,
“Wow. I need to know this person, maybe I should invite him to a BBQ so he can go into more detail about this book.”
Yes. That’s what I’m choosing to believe. And yes, you can forcibly invite yourself to someone’s BBQ. They won’t talk to you as much as possible, but food will be good.
The Real Takeaway
We’ve all got a little Dave in us.
No innuendo.
Whether you’re pushing your favorite murder mystery on your cousin or casually recommending a 27-hour fantasy epic to a tired dad who asked for something “short,”
—you’re a Dave.
Own it. Embrace it. But maybe… wait until after lunch.