During a recent visit to the Kitchen Upstairs, one of my girlfriends passed a guy my way (or fobbed the guy off on me, depending on your perspective), stating that we seemed to have several things in common. “Things” in common turned out to be the understatement of the year, as he and I actually have the exact_same_name . . . yes, seriously. (I won’t be mentioning “our” actual name, as this blog is written under my Boulder Maven pen name, but I’m sure you get the picture.) While he was smokin’ hot and we do actually have quite a bit in common, I’m frankly unwilling to even consider considering the idea of dating someone with the same name. Isn’t dating awkward enough already?
What’s your reaction? Can love cross all boundaries or are there some times when boundaries should actually be created?
Update 07/26: This is apparently more common than I expected–check out this article recently sent by a friend!
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