Coincidences tweak me out a little. When they become patterns or habits, they scare me. Annoy me. Beg to be broken.
In the past two years or so, I can’t get away from the letter J. It seems I am irresistible to guys with names that start with J. It’s uncanny. Is it statistically more likely that I will meet a guy with a name that starts with J? I don’t know. I searched Google but couldn’t find the answer. I suppose it would be weirder if they were all H names, but still ... In two years, I’ve been involved with the following (not necessarily dating or hooked up with, but at least gone on a “date”): Jay, James, Jeff (multiple), Jim, Joe, John (multiple), and Josh (multiple). Most recently, a Jason has met me and showed interest. Naturally, I hesitate. I mean, is Jason just a means to a Jeremy? And do I date more than average?
To be fair, there has been a D and an E. And other than that, an R. The R was the best of them all, such a great guy, and we’re still friends. I’d like to move into the lower half of the alphabet again. Maybe an S or an O; I’d even take a chance on an M and call it a cusp risk. But seriously, the Js, they must stop. I’ll give Jason a chance, but I’m looking for the lower half here. A 12 to 3 ratio is uncanny and I do believe, statistically unlikely.
Additionally, in an unrelated coincidence, I’ve decided to refer to myself as Rebecca going forward, rather than Becca. It’s longer, but also perhaps a bit more grown up, sophisticated, strong, and beautiful. Call me what you like, but my new preference is Rebecca.
It’s a new era in Rebecca-ville.
