I was thinking today, after overhearing a conversation among students, about the very few times I have been "hit on" in my life. Once was not long ago, by this dorky dude who was working at B&N; having not been flirted with a lot, I was only suspecting that was what was happening... He was overly chatty and complimented my hair color and how well it went with my glasses, which I thought was an odd thing for a guy to say. There are two other times I can think of... Once was this super drunk guy at The Station in Baton Rouge when the Jamie May Band was playing there. And drunkenness doesn't really count as flirting, right? The other time was this random dude in Natchez at the The Cellar when the first band I was in was playing there. I was nineteen or twenty, no boyfriend, and he was sober and a decent looking and nice dude. I even talked with him a little after the gig. So what turned me off of this dude? His name.
Glen.
Is it just me, or does anyone else have a serious mental block against people with certain names? I apologize if any of your best friends/family members have any of the names I'll discuss here... this is just personal preference. I have always been biased against certain names for some reason. One is David. It's a perfectly acceptable name... but I just don't like it. And there was this nice and cute dude in high school that I had a crush on, but I just could not get past the fact that his name was David. David and Glen. Two names that do not appeal to me at all. This is a major reason why naming children is so important. Aidan and Liam might not be the greatest names in the world, and Aidan is so popular that I feel bad for the little munch and his future classroom name-sharers, but they are no David or Glen. Can't say Tony is the name I'd choose for my own kid, but thank goodness Tony didn't go by Franklin (which is his first name) or Frank, because I don't think I'd have been able to get past it.
This goes for businesses as well. Like, I can't drive past this salon down the street without laughing on a daily basis. It's name? Hilariously, Mystical Utopia.
Postscript...
I just passed by the building that housed the Mystical Utopia hair salon. It's up for sale! And the name is gone! I guess they closed. Coincidence? I think not.
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I totally agree with this. And included in normal names would be nicknames. A girl Shannon and I went to school with married Whitey. Bad enough and then sounds racist.
Wow. It guess it is safe to assume you'd never have looked twice at my guy. His name is Glenn David. Double whammy. As it worked out, I never knew his first name. Everyone who knows him on a personal level calls him Prager. Now I know why. :)
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