"I love your last name".

This morning I remembered when we were in our twenties and on date while living in New York City. We took the subway to midtown and had the best conversation. Although it was crowded on the train I forgot there were other people all around us. Somehow the conversation was on the topic of names and I so loved his last name. He really has a cool last name, I thought. In a split second without really thinking of the implications I said "I love your last name. Can I have it?" Realizing the gravity and forwardness of what I asked. I then became sober of others hearing what I had just said and beginning to feel totally embarrassed. He looked at me graciously understanding what I had meant. He then smiled, looked me in the eyes and said, "Maybe, one day". (Three years later my wish was granted).