My mom was a hill billie. I have an uncle Wahoo, and a cousin Iva Dawn and a grandfather who insisted on being called Dick until the day he died (it has become a much less commonly used nickname for some reason). So to be different, I was named Jennifer. Jennifer Johnson, Jennifer Lynne Johnson to be exact. I have absolutely no problem putting my entire maiden name on the net because we are legion. We will eventually assimilate you all.
When my husband wanted to ask me out but had forgotten my number, he had to wait for me to call. There were 15 of us in the college directory. We’re like magnets though, polarized, that is. I have yet to meet another Jennifer Johnson that will speak to me, we’re all just a bit disgusted by the whole situation.
However, there is an up side. I have been stalked several times. (I think it’s because of the expectations men have for Jennifers - glad I’m not blond as well.) Not the get-a-restraining-order level of stalking, but the creapy drop-love-notes-off-at-places-I-didn’t-think-they-knew-I-went-to type of stalking. So, when I was asked for my number, I got into the habit of saying I’m in the book. Hehe, good luck getting the right Jennifer Johnson.