Okay, so, Freudian moment here.
Technically, he looked nothing like my brother (according to me). But rudimentarily, if you went by simple description alone…
Tall, blue eyes, blond hair, glasses and a cap. And younger than me.
He’s also a Verb!
As dubbed by my sister after my mother turned his name into a verb.
She literally said to me, “So after supper, you’re going [insert guy’s name]-ing.” Very matter-of-factly, very conclusively. And I just said, “yeah.”
This guy was THRILLED to be made a verb. Seriously, he still brags about it today, that he’s the only guy I dated my mother turned into a verb and that no one else has ever turned him into a verb either.
Who was he?
He was and still is a friend. At the time, when we were both in our early twenties, he was the best friend of the guy I was dating until they fell out (before I dated him). When the guy I was dating dumped me, The Verb was my rebound. I was his rebound too, and we were what we needed from each other for a few months there.
My brother still sometimes teases me that I dated a guy who matches his description and had the same name.
What can I say? They say you’ll date someone who’s like your mother or father or like a grandparent. I suppose you’ll date someone like your siblings, too.🤷♀️