When I was married, we had an old VW bus in which we traversed Colorado and parts west and east. My husband loved the idea of communicating with the semi drivers who plied the interstates, so he bought a CB radio for the bus and we all decided on our CB "handles".
I think Larry was Silver Bullet, our son Mike was the Midnight Bullet (I could be wrong---maybe he'll correct me), and I, riffing on the old Gunsmoke TV show, decided I would be Ms. Kitty. This moniker was a slight dig at my husband who once complained that the term "Ms." meant manuscript. You might be able to tell he was an English major.
In any case, after we split up amicably, we shared the bus and the boy, and I entered a whole new stage of life. My mother had suggested I look into joining Mensa as a way of making new friends. I hadn't given much thought to the early years when my being a brainiac in high school had invited some of those hated nicknames, but she persisted and I took the IQ test and qualified for Mensahood.
As I got acquainted with other nerds (whose chief attraction was that they thought I was funny--not funny-looking or weird, but that they laughed at my jokes), I discovered that when they heard the nickname Ms. Kitty, they loved it!
All these new friends immediately recognized the updating of Amanda Blake, the Miss Kitty of Gunsmoke and the apparent paramour of Sheriff Matt Dillon. I became Ms. Kitty of Denver Mile High Mensa. Not exactly a saloon, but we did spend a certain amount of time on bar stools after meetings and at TGIFs.
Ms. Kitty became a persona for me, over time, a persona that had to be set aside during my ministry studies and the 20 years I spent in ministry. I was essentially celibate for those 25 years and continue with that approach to new friends, being the "A" in the sexual minority alphabet, where, in my case, it stands for both Ally and asexual. I'm past caring about having a sexual partner. I just want friends who laugh at my jokes.
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