I’ll absolutely outdo you all, btw. I live in a tiny town and have dated everyone that’s available.
FIRST ONE. My first name is Alex, and I went on a date with another Alex. I met him when I was working behind a bar- that in itself is a funny story that involved him spitting pickled egg at me. But yes, he asked me out and I said yes because… tbh I was a bit bored.
Anyway we go to a different pub round the corner from the one I worked at, and all the customers were like “hi Alex! Who’s this?” Etc, and he got SO annoyed that people knew me. “Oh, you’re popular then. Have you slept with all of these people?” “… no, I just serve them beers and I’m nice so they remember me?”
We eventually sit down with our drinks and he says “hey, you know what’s funny? If we got married, we’d have the same name!” And I was like heh yeah dude that’s hilarious. “I said that to my colleagues.” Okay. “And my boss. My boss at x who’s name is x.” WELL THAT WAS MY DAD WASN’T IT. All I could do was stare at him in horror. So, I did the sensible thing and got myself hammered enough to kiss him when he walked me home (vividly remember standing outside a primary school and my brain going “what a mistake-a to make-a” and me shouting back in my head “SHUT UP BRAIN”) and we had a second date. Which to be fair, could’ve been completely adorable, he picked me up and took me for a hill walk with his dog and packed us a picnic which was so cute. However, he kept asking if my Dad had finished his end of year reports and did I know anything etc, like… no dude, I don’t. Very odd. And he made the marriage comment again which was a fun Brucey bonus.
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