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Let’s play the name game

February 12, 2013

There are two kinds of people in this world: those with nicknames and those without. I’m one of the many nicknameless. I’ve had a string of wannabe nicknames: Mel, Mabs, 98, Meliss’. But nothing that anyone or everyone calls me with any consistency. If I were a lesbian, I’d go by Missy because that’d be badass; but I’m not, so that’s out too. Anyway . . . I’ve been thinking about it because after I spent months searching for the perfect names for my children, I don’t even call them by those names. Their names are Scarlett and Leo; I call them Babe and Buddy. I don’t even know why I do this, but I’m kinda afraid that Leo doesn’t know his name is Leo. Oops.

I’m also wondering if these nicknames are going to stick, and if so, will they hate them? Will Scarlett think that we had some affinity for Sonny and Cher? Well, that’s true. I do love Cher. I mean, come on, look at her.

But I’m curious . . . Did your parents emotionally scar you with a nickname? Or do you secretly love being called Munchkin? Come on, you can tell me.

P.S. And then come over and hang out with us on Facebook! It’ll be just like senior year except for funner.

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4 Comments

  • Reply Gerbs February 12, 2013 at 12:30 PM

    Wowza! Key to having a ton of nicknames= having the most common female first name of your respective birth year. Baberino, Gerbie, Gerbs, Brobie, Brobes, J.R., Main, Meatbol, Brobeck, Bro, Roomio, Sarebear… I think that’s it. Oh, and my lesbian name would be S.J. My pornstar name is Heidi Pearce (girl next door esque, eh?) And last but not least, Pottermore name is WolfsbaneSeeker1567.

    • Reply Melissa February 12, 2013 at 1:38 PM

      Gerbs, you have the BEST nicknames. I thought about you constantly as I wrote this post, and not gonna lie, wished that I had a nickname as awesome as yours. Not sure it’s going to happen for me.

  • Reply Louisa February 17, 2013 at 11:58 AM

    My parents insisted on calling me Fluffy for my entire childhood. True story. When my mom was feeling creative, she’d change it up: Fluffina, Fluffilotta, Fluffinetta. Christmas presents were addressed exclusively to Fluffy. Horrifying. I think it was late in high school when I finally put an end to it. Babe and Buddy sound pretty good to me. 🙂

    • Reply Melissa February 17, 2013 at 4:53 PM

      No! You are SO not a Fluffy. That is crazy — I just can’t imagine. You’re so not a Fluffy. My mind is blown.

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