Or, more generally, have you had a “life imitates popular culture” experience?
Well, I had an experience that was very much like the classic “Mulva” episode of “Seinfeld.”
I met a guy at a club about three years ago. He told me his name, but I couldn’t hear over the music, or I just wasn’t paying attention or something. (He seemed to remember my name, though, because I’m such a hottie .)
Anyway, we kept seeing each other at clubs, and one thing led to another, yadda yadda yadda. But I didn’t know his name, and by this point we had gone too far for me to just ask him. So I asked my friend Ryan to introduce himself to the guy in front of me - just like Jerry asked Kramer to do - but, just like Kramer, Ryan said “I didn’t get his name.”
So I started to refer to this guy as “Mulva” to my club friends. (They all got the reference.) I didn’t want to keep seeing him, so if I knew he was at the club, I’d run up to my friends and say “Shit, Mulva’s here!”
Anyway, I finally did get his name. No, it didn’t rhyme with any part of the anatomy, male or female.
Oh, and Mulva had a tailbone that jutted out. Kind of freaked me out the first time we got nekkid. :eek: