As much as it hurts my hippie-liberal-wannabe-northeastern-forward-thinking-sensibilities, I love it when someone calls me Sweetie.
Love it like chocolate. Love it like Christmas. I love it like I love finding new music that make me raise an eyebrow. Songs for slow dancing. Songs that tell the truth. Songs that I can use to explain exactly how I feel.
Call me Sweetie, but Sugar works. And Honey. And Darlin. Take your pick.
How does it make me feel? Like I’m signing an autograph. Like I have a fan. Like there’s someone out there that wants to see what I’m gonna do next, because it might be something to remember.
Just a word. One word is all it takes to reach overboard, grab my hand, and pull me aboard.