i dare say it will hurt a little

I've just googled my boyfriend! Which sounds vaguely illegal, or painful.
He shares a name with a middleweight boxer from Albuquerque (hot dog, jumping frog, i love that word). The boxer in question is nicknamed 'the ultimate fighter' and you can buy t-shirts with that legend and his name on them. I could really freak him out by buying one and wearing it on our next outing.
There is also a painter with the same name who does collagey oil paintings.
I googled myself years ago (as you do) and now have a penpal in San Francisco who is also called Steven Short. I found his website, which had lovely photos of Yosemite Park on it, along with a 'contact me' button. I emailed and said that I liked his photos and complimented him on his name and we've been in touch ever since.
We send each other real olde-fashioned letters and postcards and get together for lunch whenever he's in town.
The first time we met he came to collect at work me for lunch. The receptionist couldn't quite get her head around the fact that Steven Short was in reception saying he'd come to meet Steven Short.
How we laughed.
As I waited for the lift I found myself getting all jittery.
What if Steven Short was the man of my dreams! How weird would that be! What would our parents think?
It was not to be, but we both relish our postal relationship.
And on the subject of Googling: here are the first entries I get when keying in the names of my nearest and dearest:
my mum: Below are the January short interest figures for selected stocks
my dad: born in St. John's, Newfoundland, in 1935, but spent many boyhood summers in the Bay Roberts area
my twin sister: Play the Watt family theme music
my big sister: Stone sculptures of wildlife
my nan: I thought I wanted a purple/violet color but couldn't decide between orchid

and my favourite
the cat: CDs on which Rosie Short (Vocals, Flute, Tin Whistle, Dulcimer, Banjo) plays