It’s all in the way you say it, right? Who cares if it’s mis-spelled (or mis-spelt as so many people online like to write). As long as it sounds right (wright) it doesn’t matter. Anyone who has ever had the
misfortune to online date is well aware of the confusion regarding your and you’re. Between woman and women. Between there, their and they’re. All interchangeable, right? Wrong. It does matter how you spell it. It does matter how you write it. It does matter how you say it.
Unless, of course, we’re talking about the names of the
unfortunate souls that I deem worthy of wasting their time and money on me. Haha, that almost sounded conceited! I’m SO NOT. I’ve met up with Dougs and Mikes and Toms and Johns and Gregs and Pauls in my distinguished (and hugely sad) dating past. I’ll be honest here (hear). While I am amazing at recognizing faces and rarely forget one, I suck at names. I just do. It’s one of the measuring sticks I use to gauge interest in someone. For the life of me, I will never remember a guy’s name if I’m not interested. Shallow? Yup. Bitchy? Probably. I figure my head is so full of the 150+ guys I’ve met in the past 3 years that my subconscious is just helping me out by filtering the ones that I won’t have need for in the future (unless I’m trying to figure out who the 4 ‘Mike – Match’ people are that are in my phone). Hell, I’ve even been known to call someone the wrong name via e mail. And more than once. Yeah, I know, I’m a peach.
I’ve decided I’m only going to date men that have the same name thus reducing any awkwardness for me and them when I accidentally call them the wrong name or have to resort to calling everyone ‘sweetie’ in order to cover my early onset senility. There is a nice man from E-Harm that was lucky enough to have the same name as TD, just spelled differently, that wants to meet me. Lucky him. Not that I anticipate yelling out any names in the throws of passion anytime soon, but just in case it’s good to know that I’ll be covered. Oh whoopsie, did I forget to mention that I have a date on Tuesday? Well I do. Not with the one that I wanted to meet from Match that just sorta opted to stop communicating with me. This one is from E-Harm. And claims to be 6′ tall (which translates to 5’10”). And will be my first ever Jewish date. Odd for a 5’10” woman, who was born Jewish, to never actually have ever dated one. Well not if you consider the fact that my experience has led me to believe that they’re all short, nappy haired momma’s boys. Or at least they are around here (hear). He’s kinda funny via text though. And thinks I’m flippin’ hysterical. And keeps telling me that. Meh, I could do with a few compliments lately. Poor thing. Wish
him me luck!