My name is Amanda. I have a pronoun problem ... and maybe ... <stifles sob> ... maybe a compulsive pseudonym disorder.
Apparently I once dated a man four months before a close friend ascertained the beau's proper name.
But this time ... this time I slipped. I blurted "Miguel" in public six hours before we even met.
"He's real," my buddy Mike crowed. "You like this one!"
"Too much," I admitted.
A week later that statement only grows more true.
* From Counting Crows' "Good Time "... "You know you made my heart real strong/ even if you made my head real thin."
It really has been, dare I say, an awesomely wow week. And here's to the next one to come.
ReplyDeleteAnd I'll leave it at that, lest my commentary veer into fubsy territory.
Oh I love fubsy soaps with a good ending. I smell a never-ending story, though. So bring on the fairy tale!!!
ReplyDeleteOh I am SOOOO excited for all involved!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMeanwhile, I say their names until becoming involved, then suddenly give them a nickname and try to hide their completely obvious identity, though it is splattered across this-here internet thingy.
ReplyDeleteMonsieur Duran,
ReplyDeleteFub at me any time, sweet man. Just, yeah, good call: maybe not where my snarky colleagues can see... or yours, for that matter.
Sascha: thanks for the vote of support, darlink (what was I saying about snarky colleagues now?). Xoxoxo, Ax.
ReplyDeleteMarie, now that I'm both blogger and bloggee, I can appreciate pseudonyms. Luckily, MMD's journal is friends only, so I can preserve my ginormous professional gravitas and sense of decorum.
As if such a thing were possible in this clown-pie career...
Good to see you happy, girl.
ReplyDeleteYay!
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