Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2013 09:59:15 +0200
- mountaineer musings
Oh, my husband. We’ve been together for seven and a half years, and we’ve called each other a number of things. There are the unisex nicknames that we call each other: Sweetie, Monkeyface, Bad Sweetie, etc. Then there are his names for me: Sweet-Sweet, Huggy Boodle (my least favorite), Sweetie Peetie, Princess, Huggy Snuggy, etc. I mostly call him Bad Sweetie, so I don’t have as many names for him.
So yesterday he was about to leave to go back to work after lunch, and I told him I’d see him later.
That got my attention. My gut reaction was to immediately make fun of him. “Babe?” I smiled a little incredulously.
“Yeah. Babe.” He could barely keep from smiling himself, but he tried to play it cool and serious, like, “Hey, Babe, I’m the man. I am masculine and aloof, and I now call you ‘Babe’.”
Not that he’s ever had any problems with low testosterone levels or anything like that — he’s definitely the man of the house. All kinds of masculine up in here. But still. He was over-aloofing things, and it was soooo cute. Possibly sexy. Definitely sexy.
“Okay… If you say so.”
Tonight I was laughing about it
atwith him, and he told me where this Babe phenomenon came from.
It turns out that Devon on Chuck calls Ellie “Babe”, and that’s why I have gained a new nickname.
I have a feeling he thinks I’m going to start calling him Captain Awesome.