The names in this article have been changed to protect the innocent, but the story is otherwise true.
Sometimes what a man chooses to call you, or what he chooses to be called, can be a big clue as to whether or not he is that kind of man that can take you in hand.
From the time I was born my mother stated quite clearly, on regular occasions, that she named me Stephanie, and that was the name I was to answer to. She did not approve of nicknames in any way, shape or form. She would say that if she had wanted me to be called Stephy, she would have named me that. She named me Stephanie. That was my name, and that is what everyone called me.
Then I met him at college. We where in the same circle of friends and our friends called him Jon. We knew of each other for about a year before we started dating. Shortly after we became a couple, he told me that he wanted me to call him Jonathan. That did not make sense to me because everyone we knew called him Jon. I thought that since I was his girlfriend I should call him Jon also. He explained that it was because I was his girlfriend that he wanted me to call him Jonathan.
Shortly after that strangely dominating conversation, he took me to meet his parents. As we walked in the door of his parents house, him mom called from the next room, "Johnny, is that you?" Holy cow, by now I was feeling really strange about this name thing. His mom called him Johnny, and he expected me to call him Jonathan. So he introduced me to his mom, as his friend, Steph. I bit my lip and went by the name Steph for the day. This was not my usually reaction. As I had been trained by my mother, I usually corrected any shorting of my name right away.
So as the day went on, I called him Jonathan, he called me Steph. I began to wonder what was wrong with me. Believe me his parents noticed that I was the only one in the house addressing their son by the longest most formal form of his name. What they did not know is that every time they said Johnny or Steph something burned deep down inside me. I cannot explain it, other then I was beginning to understand what is meant to be taken in hand.
In the car on the way back to my dorm, I tried to explain the little thing about my name being Stephanie, and me needing to be called by that name. He was unmoved. I knew that his meeting my mother was going to be interesting.