The Mid Life Dating Files 2025

What is your middle name? Does it carry any special meaning/significance?

What’s in a Middle Name? Apparently… Everything.

For most people, a middle name is like that weird cousin you only see at holidays—technically part of the family, but mostly ignored. Not for me. My middle name is Lee. And yes… it’s kind of a big deal.

Why? Well, both of my parents share the exact same middle name. I know, I know… somewhere in the world, someone is muttering, “That’s… actually insane.” But in my family, apparently we just decided, “Let’s make paperwork easy and recycle the middle name forever.”

But “Lee” isn’t just a recycled placeholder. It’s our family name on my mom’s side. That’s right—this is heritage-level stuff. We’re even supposedly related to Robert E. Lee. Which means when someone calls my middle name boring, I just whisper, “Excuse me, my ancestors commanded armies.” (Or at least, that’s what I imagine happens.)

Because of that history, I’ve always been proud of my middle name. I embrace it. I flaunt it. I wear it like a tiny crown no one can see. And that’s why most people know me as CiCi Lee.

CiCi Lee—sounds fancy, right? Sounds like someone who might:

Host a reality cooking show where they cry over onions. Write country songs about heartbreak and pickup trucks. Run a small-town empire while sipping sweet tea on a porch.

I’m still working on the empire thing.

Middle names are funny. Some people hide theirs. Some people forget theirs exists. Me? Mine is basically a family billboard: “We’re related to history and also slightly obsessed with the name Lee.”

So next time someone asks, “What’s your middle name?” I don’t just answer—I give a story, a history lesson, and maybe a little side-eye, because really… it’s Lee, people. And that’s worth celebrating.

After all, not everyone gets to have a middle name that doubles as a family heirloom, a conversation starter, and possibly the name of their future cooking show.