Quick Thought

I used to get on peoples' cases for not having open minds about dating. I used to scoff at people who wouldn't date someone for some stupid reason like they're too short or they're too hairy. One day I met a great guy who made me feel all giddy and I had flashes to what our wedding would be like and how many dogs we'd have. Then he told me what his name was and all of the dream clouds disappeared in a big poof. He had the same name as my stupid brother, who I can't stand.

I don't think I can ever date anyone with the same name as a member of my family. I just find it weird to be in the throes of passion with my legs in the air, screaming my brother's name or my grandfather's name. Isn't that just gross? I know it's not the same thing as incest, but it's pretty damn close in my neurotic world.