I love it when a guy feels comfortable enough to call me by my nickname. When I introduce myself to a new dude, I usually say some variation of, "Oh, hi! I'm Stephanie. Nice to meet you." But I love it when right away, he feels that he can call me Steph.This happened to me the other week when I met a guy and he started calling me "Anna Banana" right off the bat. I felt closer to him as soon as he said it because that's my nickname with my friends. It piqued my interest, shall we say.
We'll enjoy a fun evening out with our mutual friends and before the night's over we'll exchange info. Even after we've known each other for a while, I still sign my emails to him as "-Stephanie." And I love it when he replies, "Hey Steph."
Did I give him permission to call me Steph? No! Only my nearest and dearest friends call me that. But if he's ballsy enough to drop the Steph-bomb, I'll go with it. It lets me know that he's confident and he feels comfortable with me; all good things in my book.
Now, if he starts calling me Stephie, then we'll have a problem.
On a side note, "Anna Banana" is also my Garbage Pail Kid name. See?
|In an irony of ironies, I hate bananas|