“What do you think about guys who call everybody ‘honey’?” asks a reader.
The habit reminds me of two stuffed dice hanging from a rearview mirror โ or a waitress apron tied too tightly. We can’t lump all of the habitual pet-name-callers together, though.
Some of them use “honey” to express genuine affection, however indiscriminately. Others use it to bait an advance, or to express superiority or feigned familiarity. We can usually sense the difference.
The old man behind me in the grocery store warmed my heart before he called me “sweetheart.” The guy trying to sell me a newspaper subscription was looking for trust he hadn’t established. And the woman at the airport said “honey” in an I’ve-got-the-power tone when she told me I wasn’t going anywhere.
Lately, I find myself greeting the birds with “precious” as I jog. The air is still cool, the sun is rising, and I am fresh out of my morning prayer and meditation…everything is precious!
I feel the same (well, almost the same) connection with the birds and the squirrels as I feel with my very own sweetie. And I’m sure my words carry the exuberance and conviction of my heart. If the birds don’t know I’m sincere, the neighbors do.… More