Chy

My (short) first name is Chy, as in pronounced 'shy,' like a shy person. Until today I thought I had heard it all. All the pick up lines for my name (nothing to be shy about baby, I don't bite. *gag gag*), all the spoofs (are you shy, Chy?), the songs (Too shy-shy, hush hush, eye to eye. thank you Kajagoogoo), everything. My name is huge to me. Long and unique, very few people know it's entirety, even fewer can pronounce it properly. I feel it is necessary to butcher those that butcher my name. Big pet peeve of mine. So much so that I take the time to spell my three letter name to everyone who needs to know it. I don't want 'Shy' written on my starbucks cup, or 'Shy' in some doctor's appointment book. I'm anal about my name.

Secure in my belief that no one can say anything new related to my name, i was completely taken of guard today. When my friend Meg called the salon to schedule our pedicure appointment, she says: "..and my friend Chy, spelled C-H-Y." pause, then "No, she's not." Figuring it was the same 'ol same 'ol every unimaginative ya-hoo says, I turn to her and say, "I'm not shy" in my most sarcasm, condecending and heavily speech-impeded voice. Laughing she tells that the gal on the line, after writing my name, said "Oh. He asian, huh?"

What? Wait, after 23 years of retards thinking themselves comedic, a lady with broken english and no highschool diploma spoofs me? I am no longer a Kajagoogoo song, I am an asian dude who likes pedicures. Go figure.