My first name is Anne. I was "Annie" to my father and I'm still "Annie" to my aunts and uncles, but I will not be "Annie" to anyone else.
A few years ago, I was having lunch with a couple of my co-workers - one of them was (and is) one of my best friends. The other was just out of college, and completely clueless (at a different lunch, they brought a small loaf of bread to our table - he cut it into three large pieces and took the middle one. But I digress.)
I mentioned that I didn't really like being called "Annie." He started calling me "Annie" immediately. "Pass the salt, Annie." "What are you going to order, Annie?" "How do you like your lunch, Annie?" (Need I mention that he didn't normally ask for things to be passed?)
I said, "Please don't call me that. I don't like it."
He said, "Why? Whatcha gonna do about, ANNIE? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
I said, "Nothing, because we're both grownups and that should be enough for you."
And he stopped.
All that to say, I hear you, NYGirl.