Storytelling

It must've taken some courage for the ultra-shy, petite young 16 year old to ask my name. She asked if I was [nickname]. I replied in the affirmative, almost rendered speechless by the fact that she had spoken to me. She, who appeared to be everything I could ever want. So why the hell did I spin her a line about how I got my nickname and how my father was of Latin-American origin and my grandmother was a Hottentot? And how did I extricate myself from my lies on the next date?

It's a long (lasting) story....