Jeff and I heard this on the news the other morning -- that "pet" names for each other kill romance. I thought, "they must mean names like pooky or poopsy or whatever."
Then the reporter said, "...and "honey" is the biggest offender."
We looked at each other.
We pondered a romanceless future.
And rolled our eyes.
Here's the deal: Jeff calls me baby or honey, and I like it. He doesn't call anyone else that (okay, he calls his kids honey, which is fine). This makes it special and unique. In one word he's able to convey several times throughout the day that I'm special to him.
I call him honey. I do not call anyone else that, ever. Never. But I call lots of people Jeff. Usually, it's because that's their name.
Also, when we talk to other people, we don't refer to each other as "honey" or "baby". I don't call my best friend and say, "you'll never guess what honey did today!" It's a specific term used only for face-to-face situations.
We play with the notion of referring to each other by first name. It makes me feel like he's pissed at me or something. It's too formal, too distant, maybe too common.
"Teresa, how was your day?"
"It was fine, Jeff, how was yours?"
"Teresa, did you get the mail?"
"Jeff, do you want to watch a movie?"
~shudder~
I call him honey, he calls me baby, and we still kiss everyday.
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