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** This post was finished last week, but not published to keep my experiences in chronological order. I thought this was too good to modify, so please forgive the inconsistencies related to the calendar dates.**
The subject of my true name came up again with Thomas this week. Like I already said, I feel I am not ready to tell him yet, so I had to disappoint him yet again. However, I thought I might try to lighten the mood and came up with this solution. It may be entirely silly, ridiculous or otherwise ill-adapted. I hardly know. This is how I answered him:
I suggested we might try a challenge. That, like the story of Rumpelstiltskin, he might try to guess my name. However, unlike the story, there would be no dire punishment if he could not guess correctly. He was willing to give it a try, so we set the amount of guesses at five for each time we talk. I promised Thomas that if he didn't guess, I would tell him when we met. But, if he could guess before we were scheduled to meet, then I would take him out for coffee. He found these terms fair and accepted. He added, though, that he should like to have access to my facebook page if he guessed right. There I had pause, because, like I mentioned in a previous entry, giving someone that privilege is letting them in a lot and giving my friends the opportunity to ogle. I was unsure how to answer this proposed amendment, so I told him I would consider it.
So it began. Thomas made his first five guesses, but did not get the right name. We had a freak power outage that lasted just a few minutes right after I talked to him, so I lost the entire conversation. I really like to keep files of these things and this one would've been a very interesting one to have on record. Alas, he does not have conversation history, so I could not recover it. Sadly, that meant that I lost track of his guesses! I remembered three out of the five, though, so it was pretty good considering. His first try was Lisa. I could not believe it. LISA?! I so do not look like a Lisa. Sarah was more flattering; it means "Princess". He also tried Emily and I think I could pass as an Emily.
Mom says I am going to drive him crazy. Maybe so. That was not my goal. I was trying to help him feel better and help pass the time until we meet. Somehow I think it unlikely, given the vast amount of names out there, that he will pick mine. My name is not all that uncommon, though, so it not an impossible task.
Good luck, Thomas - keep guessing!
and P.S. My name is not Rumpelstiltskin!