Back when I was dating, in the space of six pretty serious relationships, four of them were Debs. My friends claimed that I chose them in case I shouted out one of my previous girlfriends’ names at the height of passion, I would not get in trouble.
To add to the mix, at that time, my best friend was dating two girls (at the same time) named Deb.
One time my friend and I went out bar hoping without our girlfriends, and we hit on a girl in a bar and, you guessed it, her name was Deb.
He ended up marrying one of his Debs. I didn’t. I somehow ended up with a Winnie.