Peter Pan?

I was at the gym tonight when an older gentleman I've had many conversations with over the course of the past few months stepped onto the cardio machine adjacent to mine. Though we've spoken quite a bit, we've never formally introduced ourselves — something that's not uncommon around here, but still odd and a little annoying to me. Tired of constantly introducing myself first, I purposely did not this time, and his curiosity must have finally gotten the better of him.
"By the way," he said, "what's your name?"
When I told him, he admitted that he'd already had a name in mind for me all these months.
"What?" I asked.
"Peter Pan" he smiled, "Like Mary Martin."

I laughed and told him he could keep calling me Peter Pan if he wanted. I'd be disappointed if he didn't.