I Dated A Guy Who Looked Like My Brother
And Had the Same Name
Okay, so, Freudian moment here.
Technically, he looked nothing like my brother (according to me). But rudimentarily, if you went by simple description alone…
Tall, blue eyes, blond hair, glasses and a cap. And younger than me.
Yeah.
He’s also a Verb!
As dubbed by my sister after my mother turned his name into a verb.
She literally said to me, “So after supper, you’re going [insert guy’s name]-ing.” Very matter-of-factly, very conclusively. And I just said, “yeah.”
This guy was THRILLED to be made a verb. Seriously, he still brags about it today, that he’s the only guy I dated my mother turned into a verb and that no one else has ever turned him into a verb either.
Who was he?
He was and still is a friend. At the time, when we were both in our early twenties, he was the best friend of the guy I was dating until they fell out (before I dated him). When the guy I was dating dumped me, The Verb was my…
