Pet names- I don't like them, and I don't understand why people insist on using them. I don't mind terms of affection (honey, baby, sweetheart) or nicknames (junior, pookie, ass clown), what I don't like are pet names like "Snugglebunny", "Booboo", or "Tweetyummers HottieBuns". In most cases, I think pet names are developed by stringing together random items in your line of sight and adding the necessary "little", "pants", or "ums" at the beginning or the end until you end up calling your boyfriend "My Little Groovy-num-num Bonbon". Thank God you don't work at a raw sewage pumping plant!
Men are not immune to the pet name phenom either. Men seem more likely to give a food-related pet name...who knows, maybe they're just hungry. "Pumpkin", "Muffin", "Cupcake", "Honey bear", "Chunky Monkey", there's a reason why mon petite chou means "My Little Cabbage". Everyone knows that French men like to eat! Let's think about pumpkin...a pumpkin is a type of squash, that grows on the ground, it's big, orange, and full of gooey, smelly, stringy "guts". Romantic, right? One unknowing gentleman called me his "Macaroni Salad". "Sweet Cheeks" had no idea what he had done. Needless to say, all future macaroni salad moments have occurred at picnics where this author hasn't been present.
So what are you supposed to do if you can't call her "Tiger Twinky"? How will he know you love him if you don't call him "Puppie Pot Sexypooh Peepers". Here's a hint- CALL HIM BY HIS NAME! You *do* know her name, right? Right?
Thus concludes this discussion of how the pet name originated.
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