So I was having lunch with the Old Boy yesterday and he asked me what the New Boy’s name was… I think perhaps it amuses him that everyone gets a nickname. But I didn’t have the heart to tell him that the guy I’m currently seeing (not sure dating is the right word… not sure what we’re doing to be perfectly honest) had stolen his name.
I don’t know why I thought it would bother him. I mean, after all, he didn’t like the nickname in the first place. He didn’t understand the significance of it. He thought it was meant in a derogatory sense, or some such.
Admittedly, I should have thought about the racial connotations of such a thing, but that was not how it was meant! And if he’d known anything about me at the time, he’d have realized that, but for some reason he seems to always assume that I have the worst intentions.
Especially with names.