My failing memory does not register if I explained how I came upon the name "The Wretch" for my beloved. It's a sweet story, if I do say so myself.
The Wretch and I just celebrated our 40th anniversary a few months ago. We have always had pet names for each other. These names have evolved over the years, along with our bodies, our minds, and our good natures. He used to call me his sex goddess. Lately, he has started referring to me as "Geezer."
Such a loving appellation deserves an equally loving one. Hence, The Wretch. (I figure I'm in good company. Phyllis Diller referred to her husband as Fang.)
Gem for the day: if your significant other gives you a name, give it right back to him.
No comments:
Post a Comment