Wednesday, April 25, 2012

You Never Even Call Me By My Name...

Well, I'm outing my boyfriend.  No longer am I am going to call him by a pseudonym; the idea of calling him "Antonio" was conceived when he was just some guy I was dating, one I expected to be part of a string of men I would write about as I chronicled my life as a widow who was sticking her foot in the dating pool.

It doesn't feel right to call him Antonio anymore.  When I write about him, and our life together, I find my flow of thought is interrupted and my writing slowed when I have to stop my flying fingers from typing out exactly what I'm thinking, word for word.  It doesn't feel right to call him a name that was designed to protect his identity and to keep some semblance of privacy for my dating life.

From now on, I'm calling him Sheldon.


I love Sheldon Gonzalez, and I don't care who knows it.

2 comments:

  1. To Sheldon: Welcome to Wendys World. Hope to meet you end of July in Punta Cana.

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  2. thank you..this is laura btw :)

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