I may be
Your cup of tea
But honey, don’t you
Sugar me!
(Walt Kelly, Pogo)
oh there’s more:
Don’t stir me, boy,
or try to spoon
Don’t sugar me,
Cuz us is THROON!
My mom used to call me Sugar, but it was short for Sugarplum(which she also used). No, I don’t understand that either.
Gimp
Rosebud
Boogie Woogie Toad Licker
Grubby Hubby
Scrotum Sasquatch
I suck at these…
We were Dinosnarf and Planarium. The names were interchangeable. We were young and in love. 'Course, since the divorce the names have changed. Can’t even imagine calling him Dinosnarf now. Asshole, however, springs to mind quite readily!
One of my teachers used to call me that. I hate that.
My boyfriend’s name for me is ‘Drunko.’ I’m sure he only does it to annoy me.
My son’s name went from Paulie to Pet to Sugar Pet to Paulie Pet.
I know you all hate me now!
My daughter’s not quite as cuddly. She gets referred to as Princess Manburp.
I have referred to almost all SOs as dear, as in “yes, dear”, and have recently added love, as in, “Can I get you anything, love?” Veddy veddy British, don’t you think?
My spousal unit detests anything other than sweetie or honey, so I call her honey bunny and sweetie bumpkin just to drive her up the wall.
My daughter has been known to call her f**kin’ bitch ho. She seems to be all right with that.
Bitsy-pookums is pretty bad. Snuggleuffigus isn’t good either.
I’m Kitten and he’s Grumpkin. Fine, throw up.
I hate being called Sweetheart or babe…
really hate…
Me and Mr. Mongoose refer to each other as… well… Mongoose… which scares me somewhat… because I like it… and if there was one thing I was ever sure was never gonna happen in one of my relationships… it was pet names.
insert random blushing here
I knew a couple in college who, with totally straight faces, would refer to each other as Imzadi
Obnoxious?
I call Mrs. Bug “Tiger,” or “Sweetie” or else something named after food.
The food thing is in honor of the two most obnoxious characters from “Ally McBeal” - the politically incorrect chief partner and the asian lady that they always played the Wicked Witch music behind.
He started making up nicknames and she objected. When he asked what he could call her, she said “Food. Anything food is OK.”
So later that episode, he called her “Crouton.”
So, I call the wife “Fruit Loop” a lot. Or “Cocoa Puff.” Or “Pop Tart” sometimes. But my favorite was “Fluffernutter.”
I’m just “Honey Bear,” or sometimes “Grumpy Bear.”
When my good friend wishes to annoy his good wife, he will call her “Schnookielumps” or “honey flanks.” It is remarkably effective.
…and we make a game of coming up with silly nick names. But there are a few we stick to most of the time.
I’ve called him Bear, Boo-bear, Boo-Bah-Bear, Pookie, Pookie-Bear plus the usual Sweetie and Honey and once, My Fiber-Optic Cable of Desire.
Me, I’m Sweetie, Honey and Pooter. Oh, and once or twice Bunny-Muffin.
Patty
Lover. I hate it when people call each other lover. It drives me crazy. I don’t even know why. I have no problem with Love though. It is very British sounding.
When two married people called each other mother and father or anything like that, I want to scream. My sister and her husband used to do it just to annoy me.
When I’m acting very red-headed (pissy basically), my fiance calls me Fergie. When I admit that I don’t like something he likes or when I do something he wouldn’t do, he calls me Comrade. Other than that, he calls me babe and I’m fine with it.
If I use a pet name, it’s babe or hun or sweetie. I’m not very creative.
I remember hearing a morning radio show where they asked listeners to call in with their favorite hen-pecked husband stories.
One caller talked about his boss, whom his wife called Poo Poo Kitty. She’d ask for Poo Poo Kitty whenever she called. The boss liked to chew gum, so the wife would take off the wrappers, turn them inside out, and write “Poo Poo Kitty Treats” on them in bright colors. The employees would call him PPK whenever he tried to act tough and macho.
I used to go to the flea market to play Magic with my friend John. He and wife called each other Mouse (which he said like mousk) and Bear. One time she got in his lap while we were playing and kept stroking and nibbling him. He said in a squeaky voice, “You’re an evil Mousk!” She answered back in an even squeakier voice, “Evil Evil Evil!”
I quit the game to go vomit.
I call the child Boo. He is 12. I believe if I attempted to call him that outside the house there could be violence.
Ms Hook and call each other Pookie .
We’ve been doing this for at least 10 years (married 36 years). She started it and I thought it was fairly dumb but would surely pass. But I got to liking it after a while and I guess it’s pretty well ingrained in us by now.
I used to occassionally call my mom “mookie”. Imagine my surprise when I heard Quark call his mother that. I immediatly stopped using it. 
I hate it when married couples call each other “Mom” and “Dad,” too! I always think they’re talking about their parents. Which has made for some awkward conversations.
But as for obnoxious? I’m so gonna win this poll. My roommate used to call her boyfriend, “Snuggle Wuggle Woogie Bear.” It was never shortened, and she used it in front of everybody we knew, including his younger brother. And this was a guy from New Jersey, of all places.
I’ve recently noticed that after a few years in Baltimore, I’ve started calling strangers “Hon.” And also, “Kiddo.” God help me.
I call the current girlfriend ho-monkey.