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."