When I heard her name, I immediately thought of Archie Comics. You ever read Archie Comics? Big Ethel was this lanky, Ichabod Crane-like character, boyish and plain, who was always trying to get Jughead to go out with her. Now that I think of it, she looked an awful lot like Jughead. So when I heard that her name was Ethel, the first thing I did was try to think of a way to back out gracefully. She was probably a very nice person, but her name didn't exactly conjure up visions of beauty in my mind. I imagined a long, cartoonish nose, buck teeth, and social awkwardness so profound it was comical.
As my mind wandered, I considered that she might instead bear a striking resemblance to Ethel Mertz, the landlady of Lucy and Ricky Ricardo played by Vivian Vance on the 1950s sitcom I Love Lucy. I wasn't sure which option sounded less appealing; while Ethel Mertz was probably better-looking than Big Ethel, her advanced age was a turn-off. Sure I'd jerked off to her (and Lucy) one time but that was purely out of desperation. The middle-American WASP hausfrau type just wasn't for me, and Vance's TV husband William Frawley wasn't wrong when he described her as "a sack of doorknobs".
I decided not to cancel. The only women named Ethel were hideous crones, of that much I was certain. But I had to follow through, if only to sate my morbid curiosity. I practiced a raspy cough, and I figured that if it was really bad, like so bad I couldn't stand to be seen with her, I'd use it as an excuse to wrap things up early. As I pulled up to her apartment, I chuckled to think that the only way I was going to make it through this date was by having a few drinks of ethyl alcohol. I'm such a wit.
When she opened the door, I was stunned, and I silently congratulated myself on making the right decision. I'd never seen such an attractive woman. Long blonde curls encircled her pretty face, dazzling blue eyes sitting above high, well-defined cheekbones. Her smile was warm and welcoming, her lips full but not pouty. And though I tried not to be obvious about it, my eyes were drawn to a very prominent pair of breasts that I hoped to have the opportunity to fondle and suck.
Though I make no excuses for my shallowness, I felt like a bit of an asshole for prejudging her. I decided not to mention that I considered calling off our date due to my misgivings over her first name. As the night went on I felt foolish for drawing a conclusion from something so superficial. And that night, when she was riding me hard on her living room sofa, I promised myself that I would never do it again.
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Isn't it funny how we all do that? We all have this image in our minds of someone we have never met, of whom we have only heard the name or have only spoken to on the phone. The image I had in my mind have never proved to be the right one when I met those people in person.
Indeed, what's in a name... it's probably always better to meet the person first :)
Rebel xox
I know an Ethel, she is a very hot Filipino nurse.
I often think she has a horrible name, but she is incredibly sexy.
I have a thing about people named Bill breaking my heart, so I tend to cringe when that name comes up now! Other than that I try not to pre-judge, but I can't help the occasional mental image a name conjures. Good thing you gave it a chance! :D
~Kazi xxx
Those are just silly tricks that our minds play on us. It just happens.
Well, did you get to play with them?? ;oD
~shoes~
When I first met by BF, I said what most ladies said when they meet him. Cute, quiet, too shy, too laid back, I'm looking for more etc. I pass on him and took Mr Right for me and Mr Right tried to break my heart in two. While my heart was healing I ran into Mr. Polite again. He made me laugh when I did not want to, I felt at ease when he was around. One day I met him when I was out with some friends. Some bimbo came on to him hard and strong, I thought at first I had missed the boat again. Even though we just talked a few times when we bumped into each other, Mr Polite made sure I was treated like a good friend. He took bimbo number, but he drove my one after drinking too many drinks home. Again I thought he was over polite, not even kissing me goodnight. But he has been proving me wrong about him even since. His heat is soft, but nothing else about this man is. In the back of my mind, I'm hoping for a future with him..
I will admit I very often judge people based on first looks, names, clothing, and occupations.
I don't hold much on those first impressions though because many people are full of surprises.
Yeah truth I would have had issues with the name as well. That is my stepmonsters name and she and I don't get along. Glad you didn't let it hinder you and it turned out awesome.
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