Whats your name?

I'm really bad at remembering peoples names.  I must have some kind of short term memory problem.  Sometimes I even ask again, hoping it will stick.  Often times when talking to girlfriends (whose names I do remember) we have to rely on other identifying features of a person to recall them.  The fabulous dress, the bad hair, bad breath, great smile, etc.  I'm sure I am not the only one to use this system.  However, when it comes to boys...especially ones we like, they get nicknames.  Its amazing how easily this happens.  Superman, McNaughty, Boy Wonder, The Vet, Barely Legal, Genius, and The Dirty Pictures Guy.  Now this is not to be confused with boys we dont like.  The boys we dont like get names like "The Creeper" who happened to overhear us talking because he was a creeper.  We were then confronted with a drunk guy asking us "Oh what so now you are calling me the creeper?!"  Duh is the obvious answer, but we had to prevent the possibility of an unpleasant "situation" so I lied and said, "oh dont worry honey, we only give nicknames to boys we like" and this is obviously not true.  But he was drunk and failed to realize that a nickname like "The Creeper" is just not hot.  Sometimes we also invent nicknames for places.  Like "The Situation Room".   As in, "We have a "situation" ladies, McNaughty is coming over and I need to entertain"  which is replied to with "No problem, The Situation Room is all ready".   How do these gentlemen get these names you ask?  Well I wont go into details on all of them, but I will tell you how McDonalds got perverted.  So I met this gorgous young man while out with my best gay.  Krazy chemistry right off the bat.  We end up talking all night and moving to different venues with our friends.  We are getting quite close but hes frustrating me.  Hes too well behaved.  I want to make out with him.  Finally I get some where with him but he is still a bit restrained.  But he does something no one has ever done to me.  He nips me.  On the arm. At the time, I squealed, but it didnt really hurt, it just surprised me.  Well I forgot that I bruise like nobodys business and by the next morning I had an enormous bite mark on my arm.  In the middle of the summer in bikini season, this is alarming, because I take my kids to the pool like every day.  He bit me a few other times too...on the back in the heat of the moment as it were.  Note to readers-this kind of actitvity should really be indulged during the winter months, when your mother or children will not be asking what that bruise is on your back, shoulder, arm etc.  "Wow that really looks like a human bite" is not something you want to be explaining...trust me.  Its convienient when you visit a petting zoo with your children and a rougue camel decides to take a bite out of you as well and then you can blame the camel, not the naughty boy that is 14 years your junior.  So because he is naughty (he was also a naughty texter) he earned the moniker McNaughty.