I’m Karolina … I could have sworn I already posted here, but I guess I was wrong. Weeeeeird.
My first name is Steve, just plain old Steve.
Patrick. My last name is not Babbington.
Tracey. With an E, please. I get quite cranky when my E is forgotten. 
Lee, named after my grandfather.
Paul (the third). Just like IRL. Both my father and grandfather were Pauls. My son, however, is not.
Only a select few call me Paulie. I’m not fond of it, though.
Growing up, I was P.J. (to avoid 3 people ignoring my mother when she called “Paul, I need help”). Only family calls me that, but they all know I prefer Paul.
I’m the first Linda in this thread? Cool. 
I have a group of (mostly work-related) friends that call me Lin for short. When I meet new people through or with that group, the new folks will invariably think my name is Lynn… has caused some confusion from time to time.
My 2-year-old nephew is just learning to talk now, and he’s the only one who calls me Linnie. 
Yet another Dave here.
It must’ve been a really big name for boys born in the early 70’s because there were 8 guys (out of 86) named David in my high school graduating class.
The dorm I lived in my freshman year of college had 80 guys. 25 of them were named David.
I can imagine. I used to date a Stacey. During our first Christmas together, I misspelled her name on the card to read Stacy (I have a cousin who spells it that way).
I think I’m STILL in trouble for that, 13 years later.
Oh, and I’m the first Kevin in here. You can also call me Kev, K, and various obscenities, and I’ll answer.
Cynthia Angelica
Bugger. I was ->this<- close to being the first Andrew.
Andrew.
Never Andy.
Only one person’s ever called me Drew, so it’s never really caught on. And I too, remember when it was a guy’s name.
I almost never run into any Wendys and here I am the 3rd/4th one here.
I spent my youth liking just about any name better. I mean, how plain can you get? I think I started reading name books just to pick one out that was better.
Of course, I could change it, but then that would take explaining to everyone, and old habits die hard so most people would find it difficult if not impossible to think of me with another name, so I just let it be, and gave my kids unusual names to compensate.
You can call me Andy ONCE. After that, I get violent. Dunno why, but I hate it. I find it somehow insincere. Shiny suited salesmen tend to call me Andy.
Katherine. But really, a lot of people call me “Opal” in real life.
You mean I’m the first Richard here?
Known to my friends as Ric
Alejandro; say it with feeling, or just call me Ale.
I told ya, nothing to do with beverages
Woooo Hoooo I’m the first Barbara.
Not Babs, NOT Barbie.
Barb, if you’re lazy, and Barbara Ann, if I’m in trouble
Hello, Abigail here, although usually known as Abi.
My name is Esther.
I love my name, but I’m aware that I share it with many women who are MUCH older than I. (I’m 24) Here’s a tip: if you meet me, don’t tell me that I have your mother’s name, or worse, your grandmother’s name.