Fake Boyfriend...Quick gimmie a name!

This morning, as I was waiting for the bus to come, some random guy passed me as he was walking down the street. He backtracked and pretended to ask me for directions for A. Street. Now, I don't really like chatting early in the morning, because my thoughts run a mile a minute as I'm clutching my cup of coffee. The process of thinking is an important one for me. My imagination manifests itself into some wicked creative projects. When my mind is on a roll, the possibilities are infinite. This sentient organism hates to be messed with. That's a lot of creative juice down the drain. Anyway, cat says "Is this A. Street?" Struggling to tame the acerbic tone making it's way up my throat, I sorta politely said, "No, this is U. Street... A. Street starts down there where that building is." I said, pointing him towards his destination. I was amicable enough, but not so much so, that I wanted to stand there and chat... my answer was to the point, and I went back to my dreamlost state... My bus was coming soon, and I needed to be left alone. Something was brewing, and I needed to grasp it at that moment. I also knew he was blowing smoke up my ass, because he stared bullet holes through my big, dark, aviator style shades. "Oh, alright." he said, almost reluctantly as he turned to leave... in opposition to where I directed him. I shrugged and went back to my catatonic state. "...cuz I'm trying to get to such and such hotel, and I don't know where A. Street is." He said... turning and coming back. Struggling not to go to my impatient place, once again, I pointed towards A. Street, and directed him. "Oh, awright" He said, still usurping my space... staring hard at me, this time. At that point, I looked past him, to see what was taking the flipping bus so long. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I noted that my pepper spray keychain was handy in my totebag and that my coffee was still hot enough to temporarily blind. I gave him a "now what" look. "So um, what's your name?" "Cat" I said. *(sidebar: While I know it's wrong to sell your bestfriend's name down the river, it should be noted that the real Cat is in Paris, and lives in MA anyway, so I'm excused on this one. I've never played this card before, and needed to play this hand desperately. Cat, when you read this, please give me a reprieve. If you were in the country, I would not have played such a dirty hand. tee hee.) "Um, Cat, where's your boyfriend?" He asked. 'Why the hell wont he go AWAY??' I thought angrily to myself. "Work" I said. With that, he reluctantly turned, giving me one last lingering look to determine the complete erroneousness or truth to my answer. He believed me, and skulked away, into the humid morning, as I stared after him in disbelief. As much as I lament about my boyfriendlessness... I get hit on by some unsavory characters. I've decided that I need to invent a fake boyfriend. I need a name... a convincing one. Cat's is Phillip. I'm sorry, but Phillip sucks major donkey's balls and is not all that convincing. If I were a guy, trying to hand some girl a line, and she told me her boyfriend Phillip would be coming 'round soon, I wouldn't believe her. Who's dating some bloke named, Phillip? I need a common, yet contemporary name... one that convinces Mr. Wrong to piss off, because Mr. Right truly exists, within the context of the situation I'm trying to get out of, anyway. Any suggestions?