March 26, 2004

What the Hell kinda name is Frinklin, anyway?

I had hoped to list at least some of my American League predictions today, but no luck. I thought I'd explain the name instead. No, Frinklin is not my name. When I first met the future Mrs. Frinklin she told me her name, a very pretty name that is frequently mispronounced. She was very adamant about me pronouncing it correctly. She told me both the correct and incorrect pronunciation, and made it very clear which she preferred. Me, attempting to be both cute and flippant told her I knew exactly what she was talking about, that my name was actually "Franklin" and yet people persisted in calling me "Frinklin".
In a lifetime of bad jokes, this one stood out. I had that horrid moment where you think, "God, did I just say that?" For a split-second I convinced myself that this was such a stupid joke that I had no choice but to bail. I was certain that I would regret this one for a long time, cuz in the short time we'd been talking I'd already become a bit smitten.
And then she started to laugh. I've been Frinklin ever since, and we're working on living happily ever after

And No, my name isn't Franklin either.

Posted by Frinklin at March 26, 2004 12:06 PM
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