Yes, I named my guitar Dave. Why Dave? Dave is a nice guy, unassuming, does his job, doesn't ask for much. Dave is everyman. This Dave is a slim body with a pick up, for my future engagements at coffee houses and guitar shops near you. I'm kind of in love with him and like any new love I want to spend all my time with him. That is until my fingers tell me that Dave can suck it and I have to put him down. Ah, until tomorrow, my love.
(PS: I totally played the B chord perfectly--just once--on the 7th fret--and was so proud of myself I squealed out loud. Then cried because it hurt like a mofo.)