It was the third week of my freshman year. My friends and I were sitting in my dorm room having some adult beverages. My friend Ang invited her best friend from high school over, who also lived on campus.
I never met Ang’s friend before, but I like what I saw. I tried to impress her by making some jokes.
I don’t think it worked though because she left after an hour of being there.
Right after she shut the door I told my friends how great I thought Brianna was. I kept talking about Brianna. None of my friends knew whom I was talking about because her name wasn’t Brianna.
My friend Kacee, who just met the girl not named Brianna for the first time too, said, “Jake her name is Donna. DUMBASS.”
Little did she know her name wasn’t Donna. It was Dana.
Three years later Dana finally agreed to go on a date with me. A year and an half later she finally agreed to marry me.
So do names matter? YES THEY DO. She still hasn’t let me forget that I’m a dumbass.
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