“Then, this one time, in College…”
Once upon a time I wanted to fall in love with a sociology major. I blame Bearded Jake for this romantic idea. He probably ended up living in a cardboard box. He talked so fondly about one the year we lived in Spring Break Dormitory. He may be the richest man in world now, but we’ll never know.
We called him Bearded Jake. His name was way better than Bearded Jake, but I can’t use it.
You know sometimes nicknames just click without any type of fuss. I always loved that about his name. Jake’s nickname was original, if nothing else. The reason we had to nickname him Bearded Jake was because, as you know, in college for every Jennifer you meet there are at least four boys named Jake.
Our Jake was much cooler than the other Jakes, so we up’d his coolness with a fantastic name. Continue reading