You say “Goodbye, Honey,” to your husband every morning. You don’t give it a second thought. We adore our husbands, our wives, and our partners. Honey is an endearment we covet in this day of broken relationships and online dating. Using the term audibly reinforces our declaration of adoration, or so we think. Yet, some well-meaning souls warn against using pet names to refer to your soul mate. What? This means no more Pookie Bear, Stud Man, Sweetie, Sugar and Handsome? Yes, that’s exactly the bottom line.
Evidently using these terms of endearment erode the sizzling passion in our love nests. The prevailing notion is that it’s just a matter of time before these terms of endearment start creeping into our subconscious. Suddenly, you are not thinking of your man as that LA firefighter coming to rescue you and extinguish your fire Friday night. You see him as a snuggie partner for a Lifetime movie. The solution: d/c “sweetheart,” murmur his ‘given name,’ whether Elmer or Horace, and miraculously the sizzle is back. Your man takes on the virility of his college days; the lady flashbacks to her early days dancing on tabletops, winking at her man.
Admittedly, I had never used endearments excessively: not because of any preconceived fear of plummeting sexuality, but more of the type of communication I regularly have with LT during day-to-day life. He is a Watch-Commander for a large city. In other words, he is a big dog cop. Most days, I address him, not by his given name but rather as Lieutenant. When he gets home, I call him by his given name.
I decided this situation called for a study, an experiment, if you will. My experiment required a given time period when I addressed my dear husband “Pookie Bear.” Never in our 20 years together have I called LT “Pookie Bear.” Guess what? Pookie Bear presented as a Grizzly Bear, not a snookie, cuddly, Lifetime watching partner. I had a few like-minded fillies experiment with pet names for their mates. The names ran the gamete from Sugar Pop to Sweetie Pie. Perhaps it is in the delivery where these other ladies ran amok as Sugar Pop and Sweetie Pie’s scores were off the charts!
I do not doubt these honey-hating ladies conducted a study. But, if their study accurately reflected Americana, then divorce lawyers would be a thing of the past. As long as you called your mate his/her given name, the sizzle would last forever. Hear that Horace?
This is not a book review. But if you think I made this up or are skeptical or curious check it out: Stop Calling Him Honey and Start Having Sex.
Until next time, Mrs. Pookie Bear signing out.
photo by dreamstine
visit ridgely’s site




















