I’ve had the nickname Cliffy for close to 10 years now; given by a fraternity brother while I was in college. It’s too bad, because while I have grown to like the name, people were just starting to call me Elvis before that happened, which I liked better. (I had long sideburns at the time.) Elvis was used by enough people that it almost certainly would have stuck had Cliffy not come along.
Also in college the tuba section gave each other nicknames every year and published them in the school paper. Most were throwaways, but I still am called Wooden Indian and STD from time to time. (The latter because I made the mistake of telling a friend that I had gotten mono from my girlfriend a year earlier.)
Members of my family (especially my dad) call me A.Z., which is an abbreviation of my first name, Alexander. (Alec-Zander) Also Aze, which is how you might pronounce “AZ.”
I see you also had a name that didn’t translate when you took spanish in high school. I think Paco is the universal replacement name of the untranslateable.
Kevin - When I introduce myself (Kelton), 95% of the time I hear, “Kevin.”
The Tool - From college. A take off on my middle name.
Damnit Boy - Well deserved.
Asshole - Also well deserved.
And, last but not least,
Larry - My first job out of college was with a CPA firm. One Friday afternoon, right before duck season, one of the partners stuck his head in the door and said, “Let’s go.” Having worked only a few months, I jumped. We went to checkout one of his client’s fields, to see if it was fllooded and if there were any ducks on it. His client was there, and so was a 1/5 of Old Charter. Well, we talked as we passed the bottle around. When it was empty, we started to leave and the old man yelled out, “Good to meet you Larry.” Had to change jobs to get rid of that one.
Most of the people I knew when I was younger weren’t really nickname people, so I didn’t get any names until high school. That’s when they really went overboard.
Jess: This is mostly online because of my username. Easier to type Jess than JessEnigma.
Jessie: A common nickname, of course. (I don’t like it because of the ending “e” sound of my last name.) The guys in band with me gave it to me because “Jessica is too feminine to yell on the field”. :rolleyes: Thankfully, that one died out after my freshman year when the seniors in my section graduated. When I see one of them every now and then, he still calls me Jessie.
Kangaroo, Hop-a-long, more “jumping” names: Two years ago, I sprained my ankle while I was on a school trip. I spent most of the rest of the trip hopping around on my good leg to get around if there wasn’t a wheelchair. My eternally charming band director took this opportunity to expand his range of nicknames for me to a higher level.
Thug: My band director hires instructors from the local college to teach during marching band season. The guys in my section thought it would be really funny to introduce me to our instructor as “Thug”. I’m not entirely sure how they came up with that one, but it was definitely different. Saw my instructor a few weeks ago. He still remembered me as the Thug. I’m touched.
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You get off light, man! My sister’s boyfriend’s name is Patrick, and although he “officially” goes by Pat, we call him all sorts of things: Paddington, Pattress (like a mattress, but it’s Pat!), Pat-ato, Patagonia, Pat The Bunny (remember those books?), Pat-A-Cake, Patches, Steenkin’ Patches (as in We Don’t Need No), Patchouli, Paté, Patio…
Bean, along with all the variants of it Beandip, Beaner, Bean-o, Beanie Weenie… 90% of the people I know call me one of these things. Don’t know if that’s good or bad.
Lulu but only by one person. And she knows I hate it.
In jr. high and high school, I was called Little Red Cheeks (because I blushed easily); Tomato (for the same reason); and the Guru (I was an Honors geek).
Tasha*, Tash*, Tish-Tosh, Tish-Tosh-B’Gosh*, Teesha, 'Sha, Na-Na, Toochi, Ta-ch’i, Natooshie, Soy Sauce, Gouda, Bunny, Bitch*, Natassja Kinky, Costume Wench, Beer Wench, Princess…
There’s too many of them, and half of them have nothing to do with my personality most of the time.
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Goose- by my Dad, cause I was a happy “silly goose” as a tad.
Lorelei- my stepdad, an icthyologist who pegged me as a si-rene.
Laurene Bean- basic elelle alliteration.
Little Lauri Lost-in-Space- my elementary school name; based on my diminutive size, last name, and daydreaming nature.
Red, La Gran Peliroja, Mizz Dub, Snarlene, Lurlene, are others.
L’il Bit was my given nick on a driving gig with some fine old blues musicians. “Well. y’all, that’s sweet, cause I’m a small person.” “No, Baby,” laughed The Oil Man,"It’s 'cause we all just want a L’il Bit…
Ronni–from my brother and cousins
Miss Priss–from my mom, who now uses that nickname for my younger sisters
Rounder Gal–from my dad and uncles, 'cause it sounds a little like my real name
Stormy–for my temperament
Trouble–just 'cause
