Okay, girls out there know, sometimes in a serious relationship, we try their last name. Sometimes, we get really scary and write it everywhere. But not always. Yes, I've played that game. And in my superstitious way, soothed my fears that I would be with that particular guy for the rest of my life.*
See, I had this idea that if the name didn't fit, didn't sound right with my name, that it meant I wouldn't wind up with that guy. So far, none of their names has ever worked with mine. Not that Alicia goes with much around here. White boys, rich boys, pampered never-worked-a-day boys. And the good Mexican families are few and far between. Mostly, we get the wanna-be gangbangers.
Recently though, Bobby broached the topic of marriage. He actually went so far as to propose to me. Now, I don't for a minute believe that it's real; that's really not plausible. Still, like almost any girl would, I tried the name.**
It fit. At least, I think it fit. (And, he's white. Irony...) He doesn't call me that as much as he used to--he used to use it like a pet name, half to tease and half to be sweet. Still it's in my head and due to my superstitions I can't help, but get the idea that maybe far off into the future, I will get to stay with him. It's enough to make a person crazy. I've never wanted anything this bad before (and if you knew me, you would understand the enormity of that statement).
Perhaps, if my idea was right, we really do have a chance. I try not to get my hopes up too high though.
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* I have only had two non-abusive relationships in my dating life. One of which I didn't even want to be in, but couldn't figure out how to tell him I didn't want to.
** Actually, if you want to get technical about it, he tried the name. He just out of the blue started calling me Alicia Foster...
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