i love being called any number of terms of endearment. my sister hates it, but i think it’s the best it makes me feel so special and like that person only calls me by that name. sometimes it’s a waitress, sometimes a friend, sometimes a telemarketer. this one lady today was at the target cash register. her name is shirley and i’ve only had her one other time and she did the same thing. when people talk like that to me i feel so flattered and special that my age like drops 5 years every time someone calls me a name cuz i can’t bear the sweetness of it. my convo with shirley went someting like this :
shirley: how are you today baby?
me: i’m doing well thanks how are you?
Shirley: i’m fine honey dumpling what did you get today sugar?
me (giggling and blushing like she’s my jr. high crush cuz i am totally loving it): well just some mac n cheese and these shoes
shirley: that’s great baby doll, now pumpkin do you need a bag sweetheart?
me (unable to look her in the eye now and grinning impishly): nahhhh
shirley: ok precious you have a blessed day gorgeous
me: nothing. i said nothing cuz all of her pet names reverted me to a five year old that’s too shy to even talk to grown ups.
and that’s what pet names do to me. i still haven’t totally recovered from shirley. i’m maybe like a fifteen year old now, so my next blog will be analyze all the boys i like with a list of physical pros and cons. omg i can’t WAIIIIIIITTTTT!!!
