My ears perk up

when I hear him say Hanh-Nhi.

No one calls me Hanh-Nhi.

But he does...

Why?

1. He can pronounce it
2. He knows what my name means
3. He knows me

And he does it so well. I walk up the steps and he's waiting... "Hanh-Nhi" he calls a bit slower than one would normally say, as if to stretch out my name and make sure he has my attention, which of course, he does. I wake up from my dreamy daze as he continues on with his thoughts. Every once in a while he comments on how beautiful my name is and how beautiful I am... It makes me smile.

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I once knew a guy who loved me. He didn't like me at first, thought I was too good, but I let him know he had a chance. When I went out with him he'd call me "gorgeous" every time I was about to walk away. When he did he would put his hand under my chin, lift my head up, take in all of the features of my face and stare into my eyes. I felt so special. He canceled a threesome the first night we went out because he fell for me. Did everything he could to make sure that I knew he would be the most loyal man I could have and that he appreciated unexpectedly meeting me more than anything else in the world. Unfortunately for him, I really was too good... and not in the way you'd expect either.

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What a splendid little turn on it is to have someone call me Hanh-Nhi. It's so rare that I can't help but appreciate it each time.

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Nhi. How short. How simple. How me.

Kid.

Child.

Happy.

Smiling.

Innocent.

Curious.

Easily amazed.

Gullible...

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But that's only half of it.

The "Hanh" in Hanh-Nhi is what makes me awesome.

Or different.

Sure, it's not a unique name, but it's no "Jennifer".

Hanh...

luck.

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Lucky child.

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Who doesn't want to be me?

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But then again, it's hard growing up with this name... I've tried.

I do like being young though.

Hanh-Nhi.

Don't forget me!