When I first knew Scott, I referred to him as Scott-from-Cincy, mainly because I didn't know how to spell or pronounce his last name. (Now I think it's easy. Of course, I think the same of The Greek Geek's lovely Norwegian name.) My mom called him "that geeky boy."
Yesterday, I was having dinner with some friends and they were talking about a friend of theirs named Scott. When L. first brought him up, I looked up from my food and said, "Not my Scott?" She assured me that no, we were not talking about my Scott.
I think it's kind of funny that nowadays the way I distinguish him from all other Scotts in the world is by the fact that he is mine.