I once accepted a date with a neighbor lady, only because of our names. This was a social event related to her work, and our combined names were amusing together, to say the least . . . especially since we had to wear name tags. We were the talk of the party, and everyone took our picture together.
Would have been better if you could have married Johnny Mack Brown first.
Gracie: “There’s a Hawaiian outside to see you, George.”
George: “Hawaiian? How do you know he’s Hawaiian, Gracie?”
Gracie: “He says he’s Brown from the Morning Sun.”
We had our name fun 8 years ago when we bought this house. The sellers last name was East. Ours is West. We were moving from Florida, and they were moving to Florida. Many comments ensued when we closed at the title company and in subsequent months as we met neighbors.
But to answer the OP, I don’t know any Yves, Parisian or not. Sorry.
So you *did *meet!
I had a friend in school nicknamed Di; friends tried to set her up with a guy named Charles, who had the nickname of Upchuck.
Once when I was really bored I was going through phone books, and found that (at least in the mid-1980s) there were two people living in Chicago named Sharon Tate and Charles Manson. I *so *wanted to introduce them and hoped they would hit it off and maybe get married, to the horror of their friends and relatives.
“Mom, I want you to meet my new boyfriend . . .”