I’m going to keep this short and sweet because I’m mortified that I’m even writing it in the first place.
I now understand why people use pet names.
For the past 28 years (I’m counting them all because I believe that even as an infant I abhorred their use) I have been adamantly against pet names. I never used one, never had one, never met one whose use I supported.
My position was that pet name are goofy, silly, childish monikers that trivialize one’s real name. My belief was that they were one part of a couples’ act to make all other people jealous of their obvious love – a verbal PDA, if you will. Nothing about me is a pookie, a lovey, an angel or a pup (yes, I know someone who used that one). My plan was that if a man ever attempted to use one on me, I’d calmly explain that it was unwelcome and unacceptable.
My “P” dealbreaker was and shall forever be “P, Pale” but “P, Pet Namer” was a close, close second.
Today I am the girlfriend of a more-milk-than-olive-toned man who has bestowed upon me a pet name I will not now nor shall I ever print. Know that it is a 5 on silly/childish scale, and that I have given up trying to make him stop.
Part of my surrender is because I – yes I, the girl who swore she’d never be that girl – also have a pet name for him.
I can’t really defend this situation with any legitimate rationale. I don’t need to call him anything special, his name isn’t particularly long, and I’m not of the mushy variety. It’s just that when I go to refer to him I don’t want to use the same name everybody else uses. I want to say something sweeter and more special. I want to lay some verbal claim!
I never do so in public. I never do so over the phone if other people are in ear shot. And I have yet to adapt the very simple moniker I use into five varieties that all end in “ey.”
But I use it, often, and I like it. It makes me feel like I’m in a tween rom com or something, which is funny because that’s exactly what I hated about the whole proposition for the past 28 years.
Let the regression continue!
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My husband and I exclusively call each other “babe.” If we use first names, we know the other one is either really serious or really pissed.
I like pet names, as long as he doesn’t call every female by the same one. I had a bf that called me “babe” but also called every waitress, cashier, etc that too. It made me feel very unspecial.
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