Mr. January (a year long affair), Nature Boy, Kilt Boy, the Pilot, the Doctor, the Dentist, the Russian, the Salamander (he was slightly reptilian looking), Prince William (he slightly resembles the Royal), Brokeback (he broke his back…), the Mini Gherkin (he was short), the Major (tsk tsk), the Marketer, and most often “the guy I’m sort of seeing”….

I’m not the only one who aliased their dates/ potential mates-what have you a la six seasons of Carrie Bradshaw with her Mr.Big. But what’s in a name really? I liked them enough to date them, but my feelings for them often didn’t reach far enough to warrant them a name, their legally binding name, in conversation with my friends or in my heart.  I called them by their names, which in my mind was a stretch because their name was their ascriptive moniker.

 Sometimes, months, even years would go by and a name would never develop and sometimes one comes around that gets a name, a proper first name like John.

 So what’s really in a name – Significance.

PS – John is not his real name.

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