Mr. F

Although, I realize only two people are reading this, (and they’re people I know), I still wonder if it wouldn’t be smart to retain some amount of anonymity. I don’t really care if people know who I am but I don’t know how the fiancé feels about being referred to by name. It probably depends on what kind of stories I’m going to tell about him. Of course, I could just ask him but he’s downstairs and…..the effort. Eh.

Normally, I would just call him Mr. Boyfriend, because I thought it was funny. Now that we’re engaged, I guess, Mr. Fiance would be fitting, but that sounds really pompous to me. I thought about shortening it to Mr. F but that just makes me think of this:

Hot Potato, hot potato, hot potatooo

And of course this:

You were already thinking it. Plus, of course, if you recall what MRF actually stand for it’s not uh, exactly something I think he would appreciate.  

I’m not about to call him any of our pet names for each other because I don’t want to run the risk of causing everyone to throw up while reading this. So that’s out.

The only other thing I can think of is a name he’s not really a big fan of but it’s going to have to do. So from now on, I’ll be referring to him as E$. If you’re wondering, it’s pronounced E-Money. I don’t know if there’s something wrong with his keyboard or the way he types but he always manages to throw in some random $ symbols when he’s texting me and so, the name was born. It’s funny to me because this is probably like the least fitting nickname for anyone, ever.    

So although, I’m sure he’ll be less than thrilled to hear that’s what I’m calling him, he might be glad after I inevitably start writing about weird stuff.

I’m sorry E$, it’s for your own good.