Introducing yourself to college freshmen at an informal cocktail party is something I always tend to avoid as much as possible. Not because I’m very shy, but because I’d rather not hear comments about my name, especially not when they’re made by tipsy students.
A few months ago, when I was hanging around with some friends at our student association biweekly cocktail party, two boys approached us. A quick thought was running through my head: ‘Shall I introduce myself as Pam?’
‘Hey, are you guys playing a drinking game? Can we join?’ Obviously, it was all about the booze. How typical.
While I was still slowly sipping my soft drink, the boys took place on the couch opposite of me. I hoped they’d go straight for the beer and forget the whole ‘hey-let-us-introduce-ourselves’-part, but they stood up again to formally introduce themselves.
They started shaking hands with us and when they got to me and asked for my name, I blurted out: ‘Pamela’
I only started to regret not shortening it to Pam when a cheeky smile formed on one of the boys’ lips.
‘Ah, Pamela Anderson.’ That was the only thing he said.
Boys will be boys, I guess, but if I had a penny every time they’d say something like this, I’d probably be able to re-film all 243 Baywatch episodes in high-definition with new actors. Who knows, it might become such a big hit that everyone will forget that Pammy ever played a part in it. Maybe then I’ll finally be able to introduce myself without boys acknowledging her.
For the time being: Yes, It’s Pamela, as in Anderson.