My son has dubbed me 'the Glove'.
Also,I loathe it when you refer to me as dude" Eric Sinclair to Betsy
Calling people 'sweetheart' makes most people enraged.
I am in no doubt that if you use the term 'luv' in a letter or text message then you are incapable of truly understanding the emotion. Artists have not pored over heartache and unrequited sentimentality for years so that our generation could decide that four letters is simply one too many to express how we feel.
The name 'Boss' started with people that worked for me... It was not meant like Boss, capital B, it was meant like 'Boss, where's my dough this week?' And it was sort of just a term among friends. I never really liked it.
My husband calls me a ginger every single day of my life, so that I'm completely used to it, and I've come to see it as a term of endearment.
Do you want me to call you Celery Stick instead of Cupcake or Honey-Pie? It just doesn’t inspire the same warm and fuzzy feelings.
Sonny boy
Every time you come in from cheating on someone, they'll just whip out the most adorable term of endearment. Like, they'll wake up, bright and early, sleep in their eyes and say: "Hey, perfect."
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" I asked. "If I did?" "I don't like it." He grinned. "It stays, Angel.
I'll give you leave to call me anything, if you don't call me spade.
People only call you 'my dear' when they are irritated with you.
You can be known as Val or Babycakes.” His gaze darkened. “My name is Valerius and I will not answer to Val.” She shrugged. “Fine then, Babycakes, have it your way.
I call people 'petal' all the time. My postman is very confused by this.
"Sassenach." He had called me that from the first; the Gaelic word for outlander, a stranger. An Englishman. First in jest, then in affection.
Hang on, did you just call me Angel?" "If I did?
Nicknames are potent ways of cutting people down to size.
I knew 'Mars Needs Moms! ' would be a movie seconds after the title came to mind. Similarly, I also knew that my daughter would be calling me a dork as a default term of endearment eventually.
Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.
Darling: the popular form of address used in speaking to a member of the opposite sex whose name you cannot at the moment remember.
You're such a cupcake.
She never called her son by any name but John; 'love' and 'dear', and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny.
'Hug' is my mother's word for affection.
Black people still call me Prince. Sometimes I ask them, "Why do you call me Prince?" And people say, "Because you are a prince to us." Usually when they say that, you know my heart goes out and I have to say, "I don't mind your calling me that."
In my younger days, I used to pick up sluts, and I don't mean that nastily. It's more a term of endearment, really, for girls who know how to speak their minds.
