Once in a while they HAVE NO PREFERENCE. You don't care if you are called David or Dave? WTF? WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
I prefer Jilli or Jillian to Jill, but that's about it, really. And it has been proven that if someone shouts "Hey Cupcake!" while I am walking, I will stop and turn to figure out if they mean me.
So you can amuse yourselves imaginging options, it is spelled "Jeme."
I would have just called him Frank.
Enough teachers in school would call me by my sister's name that I'll usually turn around if I hear someone say it.
Oh, I do answer to my last name. I wonder if anyone else in my family does. That would be confusing. Luckily my sister eschews Starbucks and their ilk.
Did you look more alike as kids, Hil?
Did you look more alike as kids, Hil?
Not even remotely. Well, I've heard different opinions on how similar our facial features are, but our coloring has always been really different.
Oh, wait. I used to answer to New Mexico. As well as Lastname. But not Sara. Because there were so goddamn many Sara(h)s in my school, not to mention dorm and circle of friends, we used adjectives to differentiate us. Tall, Short, Tennessee, Kentucky, Maryland, Hippy, New, Chem, Rocks...it went on and on. And my senior year, a Sara from my hometown showed up.
My circle of friends in college included Big Dan, Little Dan, Drunk Dan, Boston Dan, and Squirrelly Dan.
I answer to my last name, which is probably funnier when it happens to me than when it happens to you all.
Everyone believes my sister and I look a lot alike, but it's not true, it's just that we were the only minorities in our geographic areas. We do laugh similarly, apparently, though.
People think my sister and I look alike too, but it's not true either. We are obviously related, but that's a personality thing.