Not That Name

So, did you watch it? Last night? Isn't it great?!

Isn't James Tupper dreamy? That voice. I could listen to that man read the phone book out loud and be rocked to the core.

But...one thing is completely freaking me out. Jack's ex-girlfriend has just arrived to shake things up and - naturally - introduce some obstacles to Jack and Marin getting together. I'm cool with that. If they get together too happily too quickly, the show would get boring. I'm good with some angst and some UST. Got no problems there.

Except, Jack's ex's name is Lynn.

Now, as you can see from the sidebar, my name is also Lynn.

It's not exactly a hugely common name. I rarely meet people named Lynn. A lot of women of my generation, born in the 1960s, have Lynn as a middle name, but they don't go by it. And I can't tell you how many times people have called me Linda because they assume that's what I answered when they asked my name. You just don't meet a lot of Lynns walking down the street. Or at least, I don't.

So hearing my name frequently spoken on a TV show is a little bit disconcerting. I liked seeing it tattooed on James Tupper's arm (got my fantasies, you know). But having people say it all the time? Weird.

Even worse is having my namesake character be the person who's going to cause all kinds of trouble for Jack and Marin. Sure, she might prove to be a really great gal, one whom we all like in every way except as a love interest for Jack. But in our hearts, she's the Bad Guy because she's standing in the way of a Jack-Marin relationship. In the end, we want her gone. Fast. Completely.

I don't want Jack's heart to be broken by someone named Lynn. I don't want Jack to pick Marin over someone named Lynn.

I don't want to be the Other Woman!

At least I'll always own his upper bicep. Yeah, I know. It's not a real tattoo.

Go away.