My husband and I are self-admittedly disgustingly overkill with our petnames for each other. There are many, but he calls me “bunny” most frequently. I call him “Tommybearwah” or just “Bearwah.” Ugh.
Principessa (Italian for ‘princess’) is an occasional one stemming from our first date watching the movie, “Life is Beautiful” together. I really could go on and on, but this is too much as it is, haha.
Along with ‘babe’ and ‘sweetie,’ we also call each other ‘loon’ and ‘goofball.’
I called my last girlfriend SmoochieFace. I’m not proud of that.
You don’t happen to have a shining white beard, an army of polydactile cats at home and a slew of dead African animals on your conscience?
I call her “babes” and we both respond to “bubby” Which is also what we call the youngest dog, as in “The Bubby has to pee, take her out!”
No. Just a penchant for BDSM.
I typically call my wife jizz-biscuit. She calls me love rocket, hammer (you know, because of the pounding on the love nail), or sometimes, the The Incredible Mr. Bratwurst.
Just kidding. I call her honey or sometimes beauty, she calls me honey and sweetie. She calls our kids booger and bean.
I almost thought I’d found a kindred spirit. I’ve called a girlfriend “jizzmop” on a few occasions. Oh well.
I knew there was a reason I liked you.
I call Sr. Olives ‘‘Squish.’’ He calls me Squish, too. We have a whole thing, we’re squishalopes who roam the wild frontier. Squish is also a verb in our household. We squish frequently.
We also call one another ‘‘Husband’’ and ‘‘Wife.’’ As in, ‘‘Husband, come squish with me!’’ (My Aunt started this with her husband, but then shortened it to ‘’'Bend, and now makes up variations on 'Bend, such as Bendolin or Bendjamin.)
I also call him ‘‘Angel Wings’’ or the Spanish version, ‘‘Alas de Ángel.’’
Alternatively, ‘‘Dom.’’ (Uh, given my response to Clockwork above, I should clarify that’s his actual name.)
He calls me ‘‘my little _____.’’ Chickadee, octopus, sea cucumber, strumpet. He knows I like weird creatures so he tries to call me the weirdest thing he can think of.
We’ve gone through a lot of different phases in 8 years. My fondest was ‘‘My Little Pumpernickel Loaf.’’ Loaf for short. I would say, ‘‘I love you, Loaf! I loaf you, Love!’’
I wish I could say it’s gooshy romance stuff, but it’s really not. I’m just a really silly person in general. It was bound to affect my love life.
Of all the things to like me for, it’s my sexual deviance that does it.
Jizzmop. I like it. I’ll have to try and work that into the conversation.
Try doing it right after using her as one. That’s probably for the best.
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That was the plan. If I used the term before, I probably wouldn’t get the chance at using her as one. Maybe for a couple of months.
Go for it. Keep us updated.
I refer to her on teh Interwebz as SWMBO (She Who Must Be Obeyed).
In real life, I call her Punkee or Bobcat.
Apple Bunny.
Because once while dating, we stopped at a convenience store for snacks and they had these danishes called Snow Bunnies and Apple Bunnies and we had to have some.
Stoopid 21 year olds.
We call each other Shmeek, Shmeeker, Shmeekerton…he calls me Shmeeky Von Shmeekerton/Von Shmeek sometimes. Occasionally he’s “duck” or “penguin” and sometimes I’m his “Tiny One.”
Since we recently got engaged, I’ve started calling him Mr. Levins, and he’s called me Mrs. Levins. Which sounds odd, like we’re someone’s parents.
All this is an addition to the usual “Honey/hon/baby/babe” stuff.
I call Mig “Papi” sometimes. He loves it.
He calls me Baby more than my own name. It’s when he calls me by name that really tickles me though. It’s the accent. * Ceeen-deee.* ::swoons::
I’ve been calling her “Bella” since I moved to Japan in 1995. She used to call me “Suave” during our dating years.
Since we tied the knot, she’s called me “(first name)-chan” or “(first name)-suke”.