What's in a name?

by Jyll

Ever get a text from someone who is clearly not used to texting? It's flattering when they take the time, especially if it's a guy, as they never take the time unless you're really worth the taking. I just got a text from the new guy I'm dating, I think it took him 3 hours to draft it but good for him for making it to the 21st century. His name is still stuck in the 19th.

This fellow is definitely a good prospect. He's a few centimeters taller than me (I'm 6'3"), dark, floppy hair, big blue eyes, a legitimate job, and he wears trendy adorable oversized plastic glasses in a non-hipster sort of way, which is a feat in and of itself. He's really smart, and well read...and has political opinions, which actually isn't a turn on for me but I am impressed that he has them. This boy is new territory for this girl, because I generally go for motorheads, tattoo artists, bouncers, and mechanics. I love big stupid meatheads with tattoos, at least three illegitimate children, a reverence for Jenna Jameson and Jessica Rabbit, and crazy meth head ex-girlfriends. This new fellow is so the polar opposite from that that it makes me think that I am growing up and beginning to make rational choices. However, before we take off our hats to New Guy, let's get to his name. It...Is...Harry.

I know.

And he goes by it by choice. Do you know what his real name is? Harold? No. It's HARKER. His mother's maiden name or some east coast shit like that, I wasn't sober when he told me how he came by it but it's Harker. And his last name is elegant and French. He has a romance novel name and he goes by HARRY. Maybe it's a geek thing? We don't know each other well enough for me to start taking control of his life...yet...but, when and if I do become The Girlfriend, 'Harry' will be the first thing to go.

...Harry.