When we first meet someone and fall in love all we can think about is their names. We repeat them over to ourselves, envision our own name mixed with theirs and think about just how nice our names sound together as a couple, mentally doodling what you’re potential future signature could look like: Jenny Opposite. Has a nice ring to it.
But the longer you’re together, the less you use the others name. First names are replaced with cutesie, barfy, and/or insulty pet-names. From that point on, conversations sound like variations of this:
“Babe could you help me with something?”
“Sure babe. No problem.”
“You’re the best babe”
“No, you are babe”
Barf. What happened to our names? Where have they gone to? Did they disappear or have we all turned into cute little pigs that have gone to the city to save our farms? What’s that all about? It almost gets to the point where saying one another’s name sounds almost silly. Jen? Who the f is Jen? Instead pet-names like ‘Stink,’ ‘lovey,’ ‘poo-face’, ‘babe’, ‘honey’, ‘bitch-face’, ‘a-hole’, and ‘butternut squash’ oddly feel more natural. So, from this point on, I vow to call Mr. Opposite mostly by his first name; Mr.
Short but sweet. Love you all!