When I hear a guy calling girls cutesy nicknames I just want to hurl. One friend of mine dated a guy for awhile. Within the first week he was calling her “babe” and “sweetie.” “Babe” is tolerable, but “sweetie?” She never called him anything but his name.
What’s up with these male wussies who engage in serious “un-dude” behavior. I would rather walk around in drag rather than degrade myself and a girlfriend by calling her an embarassing nickname, especially something as cutesy as “sweetie”. Slut Puppy might work.
I’ve given and been given nicknames by several of my female friends. Lovely, Beautiful, Wonderful, Angel, Dark Angel, and Tender Heart don’t seem to mind . . . and I don’t think Sweety will, either.
cooldude, maybe you’re trying to rationalize your lack of date/skin on your right hand?
Depends on the relationship. I had a bf that called me Concubine and I was fine with it. The rough public edge was a part of our relationship. Just as the soft mushy stuff was part of a differnet relationship (I was Best Beloved in that one) Let the people involved work it out. You may find yourself uttering stupid pet names at some point in your life. Or you may not, just chill about it. Which is truly behavior becoming of a dude.
That said, it’s still OK to razz your buddy about the cutsie nicknames if he gets up from the poker table to call the SO.
“Oh, Snookums, seven card stud this hand, do you want in, sweetums?” and “Could you get me another beer while you’re up, doodles?” are perfectly acceptable guy etiquitte.
I had a teacher who called his wife Roomie, his son It, and his daughter Brat Child. Really kewl guy, looked like Jerry Garcia, only his hair was gray and back in a pony tail…
Some of the married guys at my neighborhood bar are funny as hell like that. They get half-buzzed and say things like “I told that bitch I would cut the grass after the game, and she knows better than to call me up here at the bar!”
Then the old lady calls 'em on the cell phone, and they say “I’m sorry snookypoo, I lost track of time, I will be right home honeybaby.”
And then, with their balls firmly on the floor, they leave.
I suppose they get laid fairly regularly, though.
Hey, sweet-cheeks, your tight jeans givin’ ya a wedgie?
To my mind, any free-walkin’, glint-in-the-eye, randy, good-man, solid, fun in public and more fun at home gen-u-wyne male animal doesn’t worry about this crap.
Sorry, your definition of “dude” sounds pretty limp. The geunine article doesn’t have to posture, flex, pose, bellow, widdle in bar parking lots to mark territory or put trash labels on anyone else, male or female.
“Nothing stronger than gentleness; nothing gentler than strength”.
I think the only true guy credo should be “We will do whatever it takes to get consent to get laid.”
On another, more serious note…
If you happen to be one of the Deans of Students at a particular private school, and many of the parents there happen to be lawyers, and you are sitting outside a school dance on some evening, and you see a young woman you don’t recognize start to get out of her car and then decide to get back in, it is really not a good idea to call her “sweetheart” in an attempt to get her to come inside.
Unless you wanted your ass on a fryer. In which case, carry on.
