I’ve told this a few times, but it deserves repeating: there was one poor soul in my high school named Richard B. Hard. Yes, he went by Richard. 
There was also a quite kissable girl there named Velvet Lipps.
I once dated a girl named Wende. It was pronounced just like Wendy, but i could never managed to read it that way. It was always either like wend or some bastardized Italian pronounciation that sounded something like “Wenday”.
Rufino Angelo Francisco Quicho III
Nickname? Ruff
We lasted less than 3 months, one of which he spent cheating on me with a vast assortment of women. Must have been the name.
My first boyfriend was named Walt. My dad and uncle decided upon meeting him that he was a dweeb and called him “Waaaaalter” from then on. I broke up with him a month later. Coincidence?
My dad always hated his given name, so you’d think he might have been a little more sensitive. What was that name? Why, it was Donald. <snicker>
I have never dumped anyone because of their name. But I do have some restrictions based on last names. I would never marry a man with the last name Lee, Bell, or Plain and Tall. 
~Sarah~
I once went out with a girl who had the same name as my sister. It was… strange.
On a slightly different note, in one class I took a few years back there was a girl whose last name was Satan. Technically it was pronounced schah’tahn, but that still has to be the coolest last name in the history of the world! If the guy who marries her doesn’t take her last name he should be smacked upside the head.
See? See? SEE?? I ** TOLD ** you!!!
Besides not being able to establish a serious relationship with girls named Sandy, there is another draw back to having the last name Beach. Everyone I know eventually comes up with the following line:
“I just realized you are a son of a beach!”
Much laughing and hilarity ensues, but the novelty has kind of worn off for me.
My sister-in-law’s husband is named Richard Johnson. (We usually call him Rick.) When she first started dating him, she told her family that his middle name was Peter. Hilarity ensued for quite awhile, I can tell you. It’s a good thing he’s got a pretty good sense of humor. Turns out that his middle name is really Charles, so his parents weren’t quite as cruel as they could have been.
One day I decided to start to make fun of ppl named John.
(have a johnie? I have to go the john s Johnboy Walton… goodnight grandma)
My dad is called the Austrian equivalent of John: Johannes
My boyfriends name is John
My middle name is Jasmine (which I recently found out seems to be the Arabian equivalent of Joanne)
It seems to be a worldwide conspiracy against me…
Yeah, Satan also plays for NHL’s Buffalo Sabres. Miroslav Satan (pronounced similarly zhah-tan). It’s just cool to see him playing hockey…with Satan printed on his back.
If you should wind up marrying this guy, please promise me you will name your first son Fuk Yu, II.
Hey, come on. NOBODY doesn’t like Sarah Lee.
One of my brothers is named Greg, a somewhat odd name; I’ve never met anyone born after 1975 with it, so I would have a hard time dating someone with that name, just because I immediatly relate it to my brother.
My other brother is named Josh. I wouldn’t have a problem dating a Josh.
Is that even a word?
And no, I’ve never dumped anyone.
If I’m not mistaken there was a Satan playing for the Devils at one point:D
my… uh,… Great uncle’s name was Richard Head…
my name is too plain, and they don’t go together…
the “m” at the end of my first name just CLASHES with the “b” at the beginning of my last name…
i wouldn’t dump someone because they had a dumb name. i wouldn’t date them. rule number 4 or 5 in the rocking chair date book is: do not date someone who’s name when shouted out in moments of passion inspires giggles not passion.
i knew someone who dated a man named ferd. bedroom disaster just waiting to happen. she ended up married to a man named bill.
Sigh. My maiden name is Bates. I heard all the jokes. People asking me if I was any relation to Norman (yes I am, so don’t piss me off, 'mkay?), and the ever-popular jokes about “fish” and “master.”
My first husband’s last name was Beck. That’s decent. After we divorced, though, I wanted to keep it, because as much as I love my dad, I really don’t like the name Bates. Ex-hubby wouldn’t let me. Rats.
So I decide to marry again. My second husband’s last name is Lamb. Sigh. I’m not too crazy about it (no offense to the other way cool poster on this board who has the same last name as me!!!), but oh well. I took it anyway.
There is a slight upside, though. My husband is a musician, and he took a stage name quite some time ago. His favorite guitar player is Jimi Hendrix, so while he’s gigging, his last name is James. When I’m out with him, I often get referred to as Mrs. James, or jokingly as Mrs. Tragedy (Tragedy is my husband’s nickname–cool stage name, eh? Tragedy James). My email (Mrstrag767) is taken from that.
I knew someone in college named Beach. Her little sister was actually named Sandy. :rolleyes:
I’m with rocking chair. I wouldn’t dump someone because of his name. I probably wouldn’t go out with him in the first place.
Dated a gal by the name of Noel once. She was WAY too into her own name. When I first went into her apartment I was struck by how many time her named appeared all over the frickin place. Every Xmas she would buy any item with the word Noel on it and display it all year round.
And she was psychotic about people who didn’t put the accent mark above the “e”. Otherwise it would be pronounced like it rhymed with “mole” she would explain. Fine. It’s her name. Whatever.
I’m just glad I don’t have to worry about getting chewed out for neglecting the ’ mark left on a post-it note.