…is to get a nickname that ends with “Guy”.
Being the Accordion Guy has worked for me, and having a “Guy” moniker has worked for others, as this Toronto Craigslist posting shows:
Dear Portuguese Chicken Guy,
I hear that you are a Jehovah’s Witness and that you attend Kingdom Hall once a week. While I don’t understand your “religion” I have to admit that I do enjoy seeing you dressed up in a suit on a weekly basis when I walk by your “church” bound for the YMCA. Your dedication to that organization must be your only flaw, because other than that you are, in a word, perfection.
The evidence of my burning passion is abundant. Sitting on the College streetcar with my hand pressed up against the glass, I gaze into your shop as I sail by silently with 40 others. I linger outside your window a little when I am on my way to some College St. attraction. I know you like to flirt and when I say that I like the sauce on the chicken to be like me, hot and sweet, I am sure you know that’s a hint. If all that evidence isn’t enough, surely you have noticed the flame in my eyes when I watch you slather breasts and thighs in the sauce of my choosing.
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Hmmm, where is the portuguese chicken guy. That post is making me hungry… forget the flirting.
I don’t know
Not sure it’d work for Family Guy
Anybody know where I can find Porsche Guy?
He’s busy at the sports bar with Bastard Guy and Arrogant Guy. If he’s hard-up he’ll call.
Ford Guy is giving you the eye but his buddies Nice Guy and Good Guy warn him he’s hitting on the wrong lass.
Nice Guy and Good Guy might be wrong about that. My first love was Dodge Dart Guy, and I had a thing for a guy who was Beatup Shitbox Mazda Guy. I’ve even been in love with No Car Guy.
A girl can dream, though, can’t she?