Inspired by Silly Nicknames…
Tell me about your favorite nicknames.
For you
Your cat
Opal 
I’ve never had a nickname that has stuck before and my friend recently started calling me ‘Chaparrita’ or just ‘Chapa’ for short. (Hee.) He is the same height as me. I really like it and hope this one sticks.
I was The Unit in college. I had just come out of the line in the cafeteria and was looking for my friends. Apparently I looked a little robotic. Star Trek: The Motion Picture had come out maybe a year before, so one of my friends did his best Ilia impression to call me over. It stuck for years. It even became the name of my band.
Another friend (who I hadn’t met yet) was hanging out in the dorms with some other guys, and apparently moods were chemically enhanced. This guy pretty much passed out. People kept trying to wake him but to no avail. He was wearing a sweater with an arm patch that said Moon Base Alpha. Someone tried to wake him by saying “Earth to the commander! Earth to the commander!” And it stuck. He pretty much went by that from then on. It wasn’t until I moved in with him, maybe 6 years later, that I learned that he had an actual first name.
An old neighbor and his friend came by my apartment years ago. The friend passed out in the kitchen while taking a bong hit and I dubbed him “The Looper.” Drugs are bad, kids.
One bar I was a regular in christened me the British Cowboy, to the extent of my compuer-register generated tabs having that at the top. I like it enough to use it as an online alias.
nupples…long story
EDIT: I dont love that nickname, it just kinda happened.
My aunt called me Mcdougal as a kid.
Not one that I’ve ever heard used, but I think Boogie Child is a fine one.
My friend dressed up as a cowboy for Halloween about ten years ago, as in full-on super-fancy cowboy, with rhinestones, white pants, fancy red boots with spurs, white hat, bandana scarf, lasso, etc. (The theme of the party was to go to extremes with your costume and stay annoyingly in character all night).
Later that evening he drunkenly fell down hill, so when he showed up at the party he looked pretty torn up, yet in costume.
We still to this day call him “Raggedy Dandy.”
My friend’s nickname is Foley. It doesn’t mean anything. That’s not his last name. He’s not a Foley artist. Someone just told him once that his nickname was Foley and it has stuck for decades now. I’ve heard several people call him “Chris Foley” instead of “Chris [real last name]”
One of the guys I was in band with picked up the name “Barney Badass” when he was a freshman. The older kids were mocking him but it stuck. Once those kids graduated, everyone just called him Barney, not really realizing that it was meant to be derogatory. Nobody caught on to it outside of band but it’s funny to bring it up now that he’s a professional and a dad.
My daughter has a host of nicknames but “Moonface” or “Moon/Mooners” is my favorite. She has a calm round (although craterless) pale face.
“Ugly Papa” - you might think this belongs in the other thread, but he full well knows his nickname. Anyway he once came to our home and left a message for my husband, my daughter couldn’t remember his name and described him as “that fat neck duck lipped man” my husband instantly knew who to call.
My English ex-father-in-law was nicknamed “Roly” not because of his weight, but because his cricketing buddies called him that. The funny thing about the nickname was that he didn’t know where it came from. It wasn’t until I did some researching into the name and found that his friends were comparing him to an old cricketer named Roly Jenkins who like my ex-FIL bowled with his cap on did we finally track down its origin. I always liked the nickname because his French co-workers did not realize that Roly was not his real name, and so would send official correspondence to him as “Roland”.
My wife’s recent nickname is “Kitten.” She wanted to be known as “Catwoman” but someone dubbed her “Kitten” and it stuck. Which is very sweet.
Well, you have to explain!
Fess Up!!!
Pussy - Pussy Walker. His father was called Pussy and so he the son inherited the nickname. My brother moved to Australia and Pussy came to join him. “Yeah,” says my bro on the way to the airport “we’re picking up Pussy”. His girlfriend pointed out they might have to start calling him something else. What’s acceptable in a little English village might not gel in Oz.
My bro was dumbfounded and couldn’t even remember Pussys real name. Anyway, everyone loves Pussy, especially women - just like his dad, so it all went down rather well and he didn’t have to change his name.