I call mrs richat a number of things....lately it's been toots, chickie and juan. (her name is Jen, and we used to know a guy who insisted that Jen, in Italian, was like, szheeeAAN. It went from there.
My one daughter gets called Smoochie. It grew out of that Seinfeld episode. Now, I call her Smooch, for short. My older daughter, I mainly call by her name, or I shorten Sophie to Soph.
Now, my kid brother? I call him boyo, pally, kiddo, boychik, and that's about it.
Generally, I often call male friend pally, chief, or something rat packy. I like those names it seems. I suspect that where "toots" and "Chickie" come from too.
A protest that "mister mister" did not sufficiently address his professional title led to "mister mister doctor man." But I only use that on occasion, because I don't think he likes that one very much, either.
Oh, we cycle obnoxiously through various endearments just about weekly. Or, not really endearments, more bastardized versions of previous endearments. Currently, he's F-train or weirdtron, and I'm doof.
I get all sorts, currently 'heeeeurrrr' (whore in a thick Glaswegian accent), 'jezebel' (after an episode of Little House on the Prairie I saw a few weeks ago) and 'sexalicious badonkadonk'.
He is currently 'The Corporate Cutie' after cutting his dreds off last week (the longest was 2'11"), and 'my baby' is our consistent fallback for each other. We have a very expressive Peruvian friend who calls us 'Maaaaattttti' and 'Naaaatttti' so we often refer to each other by those as well.
One year, some friends and I decided that all cats were "woodgies". I told my sweetie this, and we're now "woodgie" or "woodge" for short. The long form is "Woodgie woodgie woodgie woodgie snooky-wooky-wookums".
I usually call the mister love or my love, on occasion it's darlin' or honey or sweetie or mister. If I'm being sarcastic it's babe.
The mister usually calls me love or baby. Once in a while it's honey or sweetie.
We email back and forth all day when he's at work. The names above are used but it'll degenerate into boy, girl, hey you, missus, dude, dudette, etc.; stuff we don't use face to face. And yes, we're careful about what we say to each other through his work email.
Many of my boyfriends seem to eventually land on calling me a bear of some kind, without prompting. For those of you in the gay community, this is a mystery, as I am neither husky nor hairy. Perhaps it is a reference to my appetite. Or my high body temperature. I do not sleep until late hours, either. I am mystified.
I was also "M-Bot" to another ex, who was prone to such kitschy science-fiction coinages.
My present beau and I call each other the usual sorts of things. Mister, babe, love, all that. Oddly, we never call each other by our Playa names - Kidder (his) and Dodge (mine) - even though we met at Burning Man.