Rising Expectations

I'm writing because I think women may just be getting too picky.

I live in London and in a city with almost 12million people, half of those men, probably a third of those in my age range=2 million men that I could potentially date.

I was at a pub with some friends the other weekend and met a lovely man: tall, attractive, good sense of humor, sweet, gentlemanly, non-smoker, not alcoholic, athletic, good job, good car, my age... but I HATE his name. It makes him sound like a 10 year old...

I am a loser and I realize this.

Surely with all of those benefits and assets he's got, I could overlook something like a name? Juliet said herself that a rose called by any other name would smell as sweet, but it was Romeo's name that made him her enemy...

Like Juliet, I say, put off thy name, and in exchange, take all my glorious self!

Well, I'll at least feel a bit better telling my friends about you :)

Like I said, I am a loser...