That’s quite a compliment!
When I was teaching in Taiwan, one sixth grade class gave nicknames to all of their teachers.
One of the teachers had a full beard that was light colored and they called him Santa.
Another was teacher was called “Look” because he was always looking out the window.
They called me “Teacher K” because I always say OK” while I’m teaching.
It’s not a particularly “good nickname,” but one of my best friends goes by Ron, even though his name is actually Herbert. What’s puzzling is that he has no idea why he is a Ron. There’s no “Ron” or “Ronald” in his name or in the name of any of his family members. His family called him that from a very early age and he can’t remember a time that he wasn’t Ron. His father just told him, “We started calling you Ron as a baby.” No further explanation.
Yes, I remember hearing it quite often. I could never figure out why my dad decided to call me a version of that. Maybe because it was a funny-sounding word.
I miss my dad.
In my college dorm, EVERYONE on the floor had a nickname. Some of them evolved over time and became elaborate in-jokes. Most of them weren’t particularly interesting though. One guy with the unfortunate name Clint got the nickname “Clintoris”. He made it very clear that he did not like that name.
I had four Daniels in a primary school classroom I taught years ago. All four went by Daniel–no Dans or Dannys or any handy non-Daniel related nicknames (Spike, Skip, etc.). So, there was Daniel A., Daniel B., Daniel P., and Daniel R.
The advantage was that if I said “Daniel, cut it out,” a third of the male population of the class would stop whatever they were doing that they weren’t supposed to be.
I had three Daniels another year, but one of them did go by Danny so it wasn’t quite so obvious an issue.
In High School, Andrew was “Skeeter Flatbush” (came from some fancy motorcyclin’)
Geddy Lee’s real name is Gary. His mom had a real thick accent, and his buddies would imitate her and call him “Geddy”. It’s his legal name now.
When my daughter (now 40) was in middle school, she had 5 friends named Jessica, so I instituted the Jessica Rule - from then on, all her friends had to be named Jessica so I didn’t have to remember names!
It didn’t work, but I thought it was a brilliant idea. 
I can’t recall anybody that had the nickname “Ace” that was given to them by someone(s) other than themselves.
That’s a nice trivia nugget. I did not know that! Maybe I can impress my Rush fan co-worker.
Anfernee Hardaway likewise ended up with the nickname “Penny” because his grandmother called him “Pretty” in a Southern drawl.
Well nice to meet you and thank you for unlocking a memory. I was a engineering intern at a large company one summer and all of the interns got nicknames and mine was Ace. It was all in good fun but it was also sarcastic.
Heh. My Wifes two best friends are named Lisa. Her boss was named Lisa. Our real estate agent was named Lisa. And one of my very best friends is Lisa.
Lisa… who? Is a common phrase in our house. My Lisa? Or your Lisa? It’s a common phrase in our house.
If I don’t have some context to work with, I’m lost.
I went to an all-boys HS. In my final term there the physics course was taught by a rather attractive woman. One day, early in the term she wore a leopard-skin skirt. Someone called her Sheba and the name stuck. We didn’t use it to her face, but it was invariably used to refer to her. She became aware of it somehow and made it clear that it amused her. Nice lady.
27 Jennifers
Mike Doughty song.
Someone I knew had a testicle removed due to torsion. He was called Captain Nemo.
You know, the commander of the Nutless.
Years ago I was nicknamed Moby at a place I worked. I was a member of the IWW, or Wobblies, and so was The Great White Wob, aka, Moby.
My former mate was called Bougie. His dad thought it meant baby in French. It doesn’t.
I worked with a guy who, as a young man, attempted to eat a garden slug on a dare. It rendered him legally blind.
We called him “Sluggo”.
Doubting that story, TIL about rat lungworm. Yikes.
When i was in college, there was a guy in my fraternity who was in Army ROTC. He desperately wanted to be called “The General”, but we were having none of that. His name was Charles, and like-it-or-not, he was known as “Chuckles”.