A Tune to that Name

The minute I hear one of the names with which I have a memory association, I find it hard to think of that name in any other context. If I meet a new person with the same name, I am predisposed to thinking of that person as having a similar personality. Eventually I do get past that, but usually the original name-to-personality connection overshadows the new one. Here's a few from my real life for kicks:

Natasha--a girl that my first serious boyfriend had a one-night stand with before we started dating. She moved in two doors down from me while we were together and I realized she still wanted my boyfriend. I failed to recognize the ominous foreshadowing of her arrival. We began arguing about her intentions and his and these "talks" about her started the swift decline of our relationship.

Annette, Janette (and variations with the correct spelling)--one in the same to me. The two worst bosses I have ever had. Both petty, ungrateful, lazy and deceitful. Anything with a 'nette on the end sounds a general alarm. I should thank them, though. That double threat confirmed my decision to get the hell outta advertising, I mean Dodge.

Mark--one younger man that sucked me in and spit me out, one older one that wasn't sure of his orientation and one co-worker that pestered, challenged, pushed and annoyed. Actually the last proved the best of the three musketeers. Years later, I keep contact with him.

Kyle--my first college boyfriend that charmed me silly first semester and shattered me completely second. My complete devastation at his hand forced the writer inside me out. I wrote. I gained a reputation for my prolific writing. A rapt audience of several people, unbeknownst to me, were reading my many letters to him. Then I began to journal.

So many more which I'm sure will come to me in my dreams...