What's in a name?

Oooh, fun!

I actually wrote about this when I first joined here, as part of yelling my story. Here's from that post:

"I used to live not far from a world-renowned zoo, and I would often go jogging through there when the weather was nice and I had time between classes. Part of one of my favorite routes took me past the tiger enclosure, and even though the zoo is famous for how well the animals are cared for, and no matter how natural the cages were made to look, it never failed to make me sad. It was obvious that the great cats- huge, strong, powerful, aggressive hunters- weren't happy with their situations. They'd pace around their enclosure, looking restless, unsettled, and unsure of what they were supposed to do. Their eyes, normally sharp and attentive, had begun to gloss over.
Their powerful, muscular frames, now useless.


I've spent the last several months feeling a lot the same way.

I grew up in a huge, affectionate family, full of passionate, active, social, energetic people. Every single relationship I've been in before this one was full of passion, affection, playfulness, spontaneity, and activity. There hasn't been any of that in this relationship in a long, long time.

Going back to my zoo story, there were two other regular zoo visitors who also liked to hang out around the tiger enclosure- a pair of peacocks that pretty much had their run of the park. I don't think anybody knew where they came from, but they certainly acted like they owned the place. And when they came around the tiger enclosure, the tigers would notice. The fire would reignite in their eyes. They'd snap to full alertness, and you could tell the gears were turning in their heads, remembering how to be hunters, yearning for half a chance to demonstrate the prowess and skill they'd once exercised constantly.

I miss the thrill of the hunt. That moment you become aware of each other's presence in the same place at the same time. The furtive glances when you're hoping the other person is both watching and not watching. The excitement that comes with making that first approach.
The anticipation as you see them physically reacting to you. The rush of trading

verbal jabs in the beginning phases of flirtation. The electricity of the first touch. The way that feeling spreads down your skin as you move closer to each other. I miss the feel of a woman's waist nestled up in the crook of my arm as she leans in to me. I miss the sound of her breath catching in her throat the first time I brush
my lips against hers. Watching her eyelids flutter as she surrenders
herself to that kiss. The inevitable escalation as temptation, hormones and
inhibitions all wrestle. The contact, the intensity, the passion, the building
anticipation, the high, the afterglow. I miss waking up, satisfied and
excited, my body pressed up against warmth and curves. Sharing a sleepy greeting kiss, each daring the other to reenact the previous night. The promise and anticipation of identical future kisses shared in that moment.

Most of all, I miss feeling desired.

It's been a very, very long time. "

bunny because I like bunnies, and think they are cute.
sunny because I escaped my sm, and I try to find positives/silver linings in life
so, sunny bunny
not sure about the miss, can't remember why I added that.

Dang, cagedtiger - you sure do sum it up nicely.

I'm staring out at the beach as I type this. I'm a simple guy

Fun topic!

Mine was more random than it may seem. I finally got tired of all the "restricted content" pop-over boxes while trying to lurk ILIASM on EP - they'd beat me into submission. I was signing up just to read content.

Then I got to the screen where it asked "screen name", and I though to myself "Crap. I haven't even given a screen name a thought, let alone concocted something subtle and deeply witty."

Quite randomly, the name of a company I'd been working with popped to mind: Dry Creek Photo. And thus, DryCreek came to life. I guess it was good enough; I've never changed it.

Very apt, and very well said CT.

I feel very sad for the animals in captivity. No matter how well they are cared for, they are not living the life that was meant for them. There is something missing, which I'm sure leaves a big hole of emptiness in them that they feel, but don't understand. We do understand why we feel empty. We do understand there is more to life than existing in our abysmal marriages, and we get to choose...stay or go. The poor animals don't have a choice. They just feel the longing for something more, but they don't even know what it is. What a horrid miserable existence.

That was taken already on EP Brother beachguy.
I wasn't actually going to join this group, but curiosity about several of the members here were going got the better of me, and as soon as it accepted "baza" I didn't bother looking any further.
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Was talking to Ms enna30 before. (She was on EP but didn't go on here) who reckoned that her name is a challenger for "Most Unimaginative Name In The Group". enna is just her real name, reversed.
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Hey !!!! I coulda gone with "zab" !!!!