Since November I’ve been talking to this guy at my gym just about every day. I’m kinda rooting for him. If you’re a regular on my blog, you know the level of intelligence most men at my gym have. I’m hoping that he’s smart, though since November, he’s never said anything overly intelligent. I still think there’s a chance.

That being said, we’ve never exchanged names. It’s not one of those “He told me when we first met, but I didn’t think I’d need to remember” kinda deals…we’ve never exchanged names. And we talk to each other EVERY DAY. I know where he lives, works, plays…but not his name.

Once, he was telling me a story, in which, he was imitating a friend of his who was calling out his name. Of course, when he said his name, someone nearby dropped a weight, and I never caught it.

Shortly after that, he was telling me about his car (in much greater detail than I cared to hear). He said he was getting a big decal put on the back that said “Mustang”, he said because he wanted people to know it was him. So then I assumed his name was Mustang. Which is what I still call him.

I work out late, so when I get home from the gym, I get ready for bed and then sleep. Lately, I’ve been dreaming about him. Not in THAT way, but I dream that he’s leaving me hints about what his name is. Last night, he was Brian. The night before he was Dan. (Oddly, both names of uncles of mine).

So, 9 months later, my question is, what is an appropriate way to say “Hey, what’s your name?”