Naming the Puppy

Okay, the whole reason behind my names for the men in this journal is the same as naming puppies, as a rule.

When you go to a pet store/pound/adoption place you never, EVER, name a cute cuddly animal that you see. If you do, then you are setting yourself up for disaster. Should another person walk up and decide to take home little “Dewdrop” or whatever the hell you named it, you would be heartbroken.

Or, you decide to take the mutt home yourself where it proceeds to shitting and pissing all over the carpet. If you name the puppy, you become emotionally attached. You either cry because it runs away or you cry because there is new shit for you to clean up.

By calling a puppy what it is, “brown dog” or “smooshed face”, you are only stating the facts and keeping a distance from it. For the sake of my own emotional health I have found that when a “guy” rejects me or is annoying I tend to take it less personally than if John, Dick or Harry does it.

But for the record, none of the guys in this journal are named John or Dick or Harry, though there are some hairy guys… hehehehe! Sorry, I’m a bit corny which is yet another reason I remain a spinster…