My Secret Identity

I love my name. I love the way it looks, I love writing it, I love the way it sounds, I love everything about it. I haven't always loved it, but it's a woman's name and I have grown into it. When you have a name that is out of the ordinary people tend to not be able to spell it or pronounce it correctly. I like my name so much that when it gets mutilated it pains me. That is why I adopted a secret identity. It all started several years ago at Starbucks. When you place your order at Starbucks they write your name on your cup, then when your drink is ready they call out your name. The person writing my name could never spell it, or the person calling for me could never pronounce it. To make it easier on all of us, I became Jill. Everyone could spell Jill's name. Jill worked out so well at coffee shops she started going to the car wash, the dry cleaners, the nail salon, anywhere that I didn't want the hassle of having to teach someone how to spell or say my name. Until now, there was only one person who knew my secret. Steve discovered it when he saw me with a cup with Jill's name on it. I confessed what was going on and instead of seeing the practicality of my actions, he thought I was completely crazy.(His name is Steve, how could he understand my need for a secret identity?) Now that my cover is blown I have to go back to being Natasha for awhile, but Jill was just my first secret identity, not my last.