The necessity of code names for guys has existed since I was in primary school. Yet here I am, all grown up, and still refer to guys by either pieces of food (i.e. chocolate tart) or another name (i.e. Clark Kent).
Whereas before it was just taboo to mention your fancying of another boy in your class (though to this day, I do not understand what was so embarassing), now it might be because the guy is just a plain taboo to like.
The problem arises in the fact that I seem to always fall for someone else's boyfriend, a good friend or a co-worker. Yet even when they realise themselves, the result is often disastrous. Perhaps the christening of a guy with a code name should actually be a warning sign for me to stop pursuing...
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