Yes, speaking of name jokes, I vaguely remember in maybe 10th grade, our high school class was taken on a field trip to a theater to watch the movie, "Man of La Mancha," a recent release considered of great importance. Later, back at school, a 9th grader (I forget whether he was at the movie field trip) began teasing me with the name of "Dulcinea," who is the bar maid in the story. My name sounds sort of like "candy," a word which translated into Spanish would be "dulce," which could then be stylized into Dulcinea. Oh, did I notice Joan, whose locker is adjacent to mine, egging him on to do that? Because how else would he had thought of doing that? Besides which, I certainly do not think that I even faintly resemble Sophia Loren, who played the role in the movie, so perhaps he had mistaken me for a certain other classmate of ours who is also an Italian. Anyway, he became a continual nuisance to me, always harassing me with the singing of "Dulcinea" and a teasing monologue about how he is my Latin lover and blah blah blah. Whatever. Enough of that already.
Later someone, maybe an observer in the halls of high school, was telling me online they thought that was serious. No, actually not. It was all a joke, an irritating joke, increasingly so. How can you seriously expect me to comment on the precise wording of that when I had not been paying that much attention to what I thought was a silly joke?
