Ever notice how love can completely color your opinion of something? A guy tells you he loves the line of your neck? You watch a movie on a first date starring an actor you had always hated? Phil Collins suddenly becomes the most profound lyricist? I’ve never disliked my name, granted, I always yearned for nicknames in high school and college. The traditional “Mandy” being something I couldn’t abide as I had know a girl growing up who went by Mandy and who was mean through and through. I had the occasional nickname, but nothing that stuck. I don’t have a – tink@hotmail.com or tiger_growl@yahoo.com – (I realize those are totally lame, but as I said, I never had a nickname). Avery has started…