According to her IMDB bio, actress Marcia Gay Harden has a husband, father, and brother all named Thaddaeus.
She must have been very picky in choosing a suitor.
According to her IMDB bio, actress Marcia Gay Harden has a husband, father, and brother all named Thaddaeus.
She must have been very picky in choosing a suitor.
I don’t think so. I think if we took a poll, a lot of people would have Mom issues such as that. But are Mom issues more common than Dad issues? Perhaps you’re thinking of a different odd thing, though.
Well, I figure I wouldn’t date a guy who looked like my Dad. I have simply never found the type attractive.
But heck, if I ever meet me a nice available nerd, it would sure be nice if his worst defect would be having “James” for a firstname!
Not many men (if any) in my age bracket have my Dad’s name, so I’m not in much danger.
I’m dating a guy now who has the same name as an evil ex, but he goes by a shortened version. But it’s never really been an issue for me. He’s pretty much perfect - why would I let a name keep me away?
I dated a girl who has the same name as my cousin.
My aunt married a man who has the same name as my dad (her younger brother).
Luckily, both my sisters have Hawai’ian names, and I’ve never met anyone who share them in Iowa.
I have never met anyone my age who has my mother’s name.
If I have to cut all men named Mike out of the dating pool, that’s going to sting a bit, I think. My mother seems to think that I don’t know my father’s name, because she’ll start a story saying “Mike and I …” and then stop and change to “Dad and I.” But then, she married a man with almost the same name she had. (My parents’ names are Michael and Michele. Isn’t that so cute you want to vomit?
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However, I don’t think I could manage to date a guy with the same name as my brother, mostly because I spent my entire childhood screaming “Mooooom, Danny hit me!”
I have to admit I’d be less disturbed dating a guy named Mark than a guy named Barbara. That aside, I don’t know/have never met a single person my age named Mark or Marcus or anything like Mark.
The same name as one of my brothers would be weirder, just because, well, I too spent most of my childhood screaming, “Mooooom, Danny hit me!” Or Brad, depending on the brother.