OK. Back in my younger days I go to a party at my buddy's house. Everybody is out in back, tapping a keg, barbecueing, and blasting tunes. I notice this "older"(late 40s), kinda geeky looking guy over talking to some folks, so I ask my pal what's up the "Old Timer". He says "Haven't you met Harry? Go over and introduce yourself"
OK, so I stroll over to Harry and say "Hi there, my name's Andy, How you doing" and he replies:
"Just great, Nice Party. I'm Jim's neighbor, Harry Dick"
I almost spill my beer. I turn to look at my friends and they're roaring. Harry's fine though. I guess after 40+ years you sorta roll with it. I'll bet middle school was murder though.