Wow… I actually think all of those female names sound really classy, sophisticated, and cool (except maybe Wanda 
). I’m more likely to cringe at a modern, trendy name: Britney, Tiffany, Mackenzie, Mikayla, Ashlyn, that sort of thing. Names like that just sound kind of “childish” to me… The thought of little 5-year-old Mikayla someday growing up into a 50-year-old woman stilled named Mikayla just seems comically wrong.
(No offense intended to anyone… different strokes etc.)
I can’t think of a name I’d refuse to date someone over, if I liked him otherwise. Of course, mine have gone: Ahmad, Tom, Matt, Éric, Peter, Tom, with those of questionable relationship status including Miguel and Chris. So I’m not sure where that leaves me.
It’s too bad Eunice has such an old-fashioned feel to it. It literally means “great victory.” If she were Greek, she might be Evniki – how cool is that?
I once knew a fellow my age who went by the marvellous name Ludwig Lee.
My sister used to say Winnie the Pooh was called that because he was the colour of poo. :dubious:
Er, there’s only one that I have a reaction to in a “would I date” sense (more below) and there are only two others that bring up memories…
Winifred–had a chicken when I was six named “Winifred.” It will always be a chicken’s name to me.
Morgan–there was a kid in my grade school named Morgan. The poor kid was given the nickname “Morgan with the organ.” He probably would have liked it if he had been older. He hated it as a kid.
Malcolm–my boss’s husband’s name. She whines about him all the time. I can’t imagine hollering out “Malcolm” in the heat of passion. It would remind me of work.
Apply any of those names to a hot, sexy, smart and witty woman with long legs and perky bongles and I’d hit it until next January, assuming I wasn’t married, which I am.
I once dated a girl named Beverley, which is a ridiculously old name. She’d always been called Bev, which I refused to say because that sounds even older so I stuck with Beverley. But she was sizzling hot, so the silliness of the name simply didn’t matter.
Eunice means Winner, or Victory. What’s un-winnery about being tall and beautiful with long, black hair?
A friend of my family’s who was a painter was called Victoria and signed her paintings Niké. No black hair in sight, by the time I got to know her, but heck, she was like 70-all.
I’d have problems seeing a Bill, Randy, Dick… but hey, it’s not like they chose their names.
One of my ex-classmates named her twins Rodrigo and Ramiro, the little one Pelayo.