Petty realization

Today I concluded that I could never date a guy named Tony. Couldn’t do it. I’d always be thinking… “Tony Danza….Tony the Tiger…mafias and pizza…ay-oh oh-ay…They’re Grrrrrrrreat!”

So no. A man could write me the most beautiful love sonnet in the world, but if he signed it “Tony,” I would give him a pass.

So if your name is Tony and you want to get in my pants, you should introduce yourself as Anthony. I’m not sure if this is true of the female population at large, but I strongly suspect I’m not alone here.