Most dates I have been on are the result of me swiping one way or the other. I don’t swipe that often, normally when I’m totally bored or I let friends swipe for me – with shall we say interesting results at times. I hate the bee swiping, the time limit you get really hacks me off. I do like it though that the guys have to wait for us to make the first move. Not that that improves the quality of replies you get unfortunately, a lot of them still seem to just want one thing but hey, at least the concept is a good one.
But I digress. Names. Wether we like to or not, we all have certain associations with some names. Good ones. Bad ones. REALLY bad ones. If a guy happens to share the name of one of my ex-husbands (this does make me sound a little like a Liz Taylor apprentice), he’s out. There is no saving grace, the bad vibes are just oozing out for me. I’m getting better with the text dumper one’s but in the first few weeks after our break-up, I would not have touched another dude having that name with a barge pole. Now the pics swing it. If he’s really cute, it’s a yay. All others are still out. They would be anyway.
Another odd one are kids’ names. I do face quite a dilemma with this one because not only do I have three boys, they also have fairly common names and that really sucks sometimes. I would just find it so weird dating someone when I feel like I’m telling them off every time I use their name. Also, my older two are on my WhatApp so what if I accidentally texted them something you know, not quite intended for them? Don’t laugh about that one because a) you know I am capable of puking over a guy on a date and b) I am capable of random shit full stop. So if I happen to start talking to someone sharing either of their names and there have been two or three, they get a code name. Like Pizza Guy. Just to be on the safe side.
And then some names are just too strange. I know we can’t help what our parents decided we should walk through life as, but seriously. You know when you run scenarios through your head and come to introducing this new guy to your friends and you have to go, this is so and so and you just know they gonna look at you like are you for real. I can’t do it. Maybe because I know my friends are a bit like me and not the most diplomatic people in the world but then my kids aren’t much better. I wonder where they got that from……