Trip is a common preppy nickname for IIIs.
I went to school with a Trey, who was called this because he was Cumbersome Name the Third.
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Trip is a common preppy nickname for IIIs.
I went to school with a Trey, who was called this because he was Cumbersome Name the Third.
Did he ever read Catch-22 ?
Dunno, but I'll bet his parents did.
My full name is Garson.
I normally go by Gar, because I find about half the human race manages to have memfaults converting Garson to Gary, or Garfield or Garfish. If your name is even a little unconventional, one syllable is as much as most people can remember.
I did once get a comment on what an odd name Garson was from a man named Kookier (pronounce "quaker" he insisted).
Are you named after the AWESOME Garson Kanin?
Trip is a common preppy nickname for IIIs.
And Skip for seconds.
And Skip for seconds.
Or Chip.
Analysis: "ip" very popular amongst the prepster crowd.
"ip" very popular amongst the prepster crowd.
One of my BiL has a nephew named Phillip. We were given stern warnings by his mother never to call him Phil. She'd over-emphasize and say, "phil-IP". So, of course, we all started calling him "Ip."
Analysis: "ip" very popular amongst the prepster crowd.
My cousin Phillip (who has the same name as his Father) was briefly "Flip". Thankfully, we all got over that quickly.
Random name notes:
Garson is a terrific name; I, too, went to school with a Trey who was really Cumbersome the Third; there is no conceivable way anyone not both legally blind and criminally insane could possibly think of addressing ND as Andy, is there?; Annabel is such a lovely name that it'd never occur to me to attempt to nick anyone who carried it; and I'm sure I've told the story of the fellow named Gareth whom I once met who grew up in the cornfield heartlands and got sent to the principal's office on his first day of kindergarten because the teacher thought he was defying her and telling her a made-up name instead of his real name, because everyone knew there was no such name as Gareth.
That's all I got.
My brother's name is Kip, but that was so unusual back in the '60s and '70s that it was just viewed as strange, not preppy. His band director kept mistakenly calling him "Skip" for four years, and the little old lady who lived next door always called him "Kippy," which he detested but never corrected her due to respecting her age.