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Acceptable Titles

I’m not talking about Mr., Ms., Mrs., Miss, Dr. or Sir. Even though there are Doctors that like to be called Dr., so much that even in their personal emails they put it in their signatures. I guess if you worked your ass off for years to earn that title you’d want to get the most mileage you could out of it.

Wife: I love you honey.
Husband: It’s Dr. Honey, I have a Master’s.

I’m talking about the names that are bestowed upon you by your peers & partners. That “honey”, “baby”, “pumpkin”, “Tiger”, “Sweet Pea”, “Playa” & “Teddy Bear” stuff that slips out of their mouths whenever you’re around.

I have special names for my friends, but when I’m talking generally to my trusted girls I call them “hun”, “lovely”, and “wonderful”.


Now there are certain names that don’t crossover, certain names that just are NOT safe. For example, I cannot call my girl Angel, “Baby”. First off she isn’t MY girl & secondly it pisses her off, she says it feels “immature & childish”. Here’s another example, earlier today I was talking with my Blogger in crime, Stormlover & I called her “honey”.

Here’s how our conversation played out:

Me: Alright, have a good day honey.

Storm: Honey? Lol you’re cute.

Me: Are you gonna kick my ass before breakfast for saying that?

Storm: Yup! You’re my daughters age! I’m not a cougar. Honey! Lol

Now I’ll admit that it slipped out. Some names ONLY work for certain types of relationships. I dare you to call your boss “playa” or your Landlord “Baby”.


I am used to being called “GQ”, “baby”, “love”, “Mr. Big”, & “sweetheart” by the ladies. Fellas call me, “GQ”, “bro”, “Eddie Murphy” or a play on my last name.

Don’t ever call me “babe”; there are only 2 girls that can get away with calling me that & it’s connected to a funny story between us, so I let it slide.

Don’t ever call me “lover” unless we’re dating or hooking up. First off, it gives other people the wrong impression of our relationship & secondly it’s too personal. So don’t even joke that way unless you wanna seriously do something. A lover knows you intimately, so unless we are doing “something” leave that word out of your vocabulary when addressing me.


Even though I might get away with saying “You tall dark magnificent bastard,” to my boy Jordan aka “Chris Tucker” in private while we’re giving each other grief, I wouldn’t call him that in public.

What is your title/nickname?
What titles/nicknames do you have for your peeps?
What names are unacceptable?

What's my name? Riri? Honey? Sexy? Baby?

What’s my name? Riri? Honey? Sexy? Baby?

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Call Me Love

Sure you know me by name.
But is that the same thing as knowing me?
Call me whatever you want to, whenever you want to.
Love is lonely when you’re the only one.

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Marathon Conversations (AKA Can’t Get Enough Of You)

“I’ve wanted to talk to you all day..”

“Well now’s your chance love..”

This is how conversations usually start with my latest and greatest date. Day and night we feel the need to talk and text about anything and everything, it starts with “big” things like past relationships and ends with random “little” things like our favourite childhood cartoons. So far we haven’t run out of things to talk about so we just keep going into the wee early hours of the morning. I don’t sleep much anyway so I don’t mind listening to her thoughts as they run off with her and me in tow.
At some point I always say, as if on cue,

“I should let you go..”

“But I can tell that you don’t want to…Cus this is the song that goes on and on my friend.”, She says.

Which sparks such a reaction in me that I say, “Did you just Lamb Chop me girl?”

Which causes both of us to laugh uncontrollably until she says,

“Wow! You actually got that (reference)?”

It’s moments like that, that keep things interesting. We connect on different levels, sometimes because of our similarities and at other times because of our very different views which bring their own education. It feels good to know that someone wants to not only get to know me, but at the same time let me in on what they’re about. I really appreciate the level of openness that we have during our chats. We’ve covered just about every aspect of life with a certain sense of intimacy and playfulness that inspires laughter and thought-provoking pauses in the both of us.

Towards the end of our conversations we check our phones and realize that we’ve been going at it for anywhere from 2 to 4 hours (and that’s not including the times when we’re texting each other on BBM aka Blackberry Messenger).

Earlier this week we watched a movie together, although she was in her bed and I was home in mine. We wanted to watch this film together side by side obviously, but I got her a copy of the movie and we played along on our DVD Players. The funny thing about this experience is that our movies were COMPLETELY in sync as we watched. There were no countdowns or prompting and yet I could hear line for line what was happening on my screen happening on her side without missing a single beat. We watched a movie that was not the kind of film that I’d show to anyone, but her excitement and anticipation for this experience made watching this movie again feel brand new.

Hopefully she won’t kill me for saying this, but we seem to have developed nicknames for each other and I started calling her “Tenderoni” a la Michael Jackson & Paul McCartney. Yes, I was listening to Kevin McHale’s (aka Artie from Glee) cover of P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing) and a certain word caught my attention and made me think of her. I explained what her nickname meant last night and to my disbelief she didn’t know this early gem of a song, so I sang it to her at 1 something in the morning.

When was the last time you had a never-ending conversation (aka marathon conversation)?

What do you like about having long conversations?

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