I use nicknames in this blog and on Twitter to protect the identity of my boys as well as myself. Most of them are pretty easy to imagine the derivation of such as cumboy and puppy. However, you may have wondered about how the nicknames 6 and 7 came to be.
Back when I was a teenager, I met a very interesting boy with a very common name. Let's call him William. Since William, I've been involved with an assortment of Williams and Bills. I even married one of them.
To date, there have been NINE Williams not including the Bill that was my platonic roommate for a while.
When I met #4, the Bill I eventually married, I even told him, "You know I can't date you. Your name is William." I figured I'd already dated three of them and that I had learned my lesson that Williams are not for me. "That's OK," he said. "My name is Bill."
He charmed me and I married him, figuring I'd ended the William saga.
Seven years later I found myself single and dating again. One of the first men I became interested in was named Bill, much to my chagrin. However, he was fine with me calling him by his initials so I figured I'd gotten around my little self imposed "No Williams Allowed" rule. Our relationship evolved into a friendship.
And then along came another William. This would be 6 for anyone counting. He was my first submissive
Now there is 7, yet another Bill. This one is also submissive.
I've grown so used to calling 6 by his numerical designation, I kind of choke when I have to call him by his name. I'm certain that the same thing will happen with 7 should I ever need to use his real name. I have not as of yet. :)
I'm torn between two ideas at this point. One theory is that I should have learned my lesson about Williams the first eight times and should probably steer clear of all derivations of that name. My second theory is that maybe JUST MAYBE one of these Williams is the right one and that's why they keep popping up in my life.
Let's just hope I don't have to get to 11 or 12 to figure out which theory is the correct one!