Did you tell her your name was "Brad the butcher" before, or after your first hike?!
Dude I was working in slaughterhouse from 15 to 27 in Hippie Vancouver.
Would always tell them I drove forklift in a warehouse.
Dated a smokin hot dreadlocked blond vegan (who bathed and shaved)for 6 months, met her at an MEC gear exchange they have once or twice a year.
Wicked(heh heh...) hiking partner with all the frills.
No rare steaks when we went out I tell you, tried to keep it to hikes, weekend camping and clubs/pubs far from my home.
Until we went to a pub that was a little closer to my municipality. Walk in and hear "Hey it's Brad the butcher" super loud and a couple of my younger brothers friends start chatting it up. Within 60 seconds of her questioning the frickin idjit's spill without clueing in to my glaring.
She went white started gearing me and I fessed up, dodged/blocked a couple slaps until I barked at her to cool it, she never called again. Unless you count 4 or 5 late morning drunken rants involving her friends and me getting beaten, it started to annoy.
Met them at their fav pub next weekend with a half dozen of the boys from the kill floor and grabbed a table beside them. Never seen a bunch of tatooed skaters/punkers jam out so fast when they saw what men that work hard for a living actually look like.
My revenge on my bro's retard buddies at one of my parties a few months later is another story.