I have always envied people with nicknames. Being named Lisa means you don't really tend to have your name shortened to much of anything.
I'd say the best thing about my name is that no matter where I've been, people have been able to say my name. Consonant vowel consonant vowel. No consonant clusters or dipthongs or anything of the sort.
I always wanted to have a nickname growing up.
Sometimes people will play on my name. Not many, but close people.
Maude's mom, who is southern, will occasionally call me "Lisa pisa puddin' pie" - which always makes me smile. Avery's mom calla me "Lisie." I like this. And California Jane will call me "Poo-Poo." It's just a term of endearment in their family, in the same way my family uses "Pumpkin."
You don't really think about these things and how they sound. Until your fiance opens a response card over the phone.
"Hey, we got one that says accepts with great delight. And can't wait for the big day. . .Poo?. . .Poo? What? Poo? What is this?"
"Jane! That's my Jane!"
"Poo!? What about the poo?"
"That's just what she calls me."
"What's with your people?"