Many years ago, when I first gave the online dating thing a try, I was faced with the prospect of choosing a "handle." I figured the preferred route was to choose something that would
draw in the intellectual chicks that I figured were swarming around Atlanta, unseen.
I was reading Vladimir Nabokov's "Pale Fire" at the time, and cleverly thought "well then -- I'll pick out a character from this book, the aforementioned intellectual girls will be attracted by my wit, and it's just coasting from there!" So I called myself "Kinbote."
For those who haven't read "Pale Fire," I'm not giving anything away to reveal that Charles Kinbote is a woman-hating homosexual.
It was some years before it struck me that in retrospect, that might not have been the impression I wanted to convey to the girls of Atlanta.