Posted by
robyn okrant on Jun 10, 2010 in
Love |
21 comments
In my 20s, I always winced and felt slightly queasy whenever I heard couples call each other pet names in public. “Get a life!” I’d mutter to myself if I witnessed two love birds cooing to each other and calling one another Teddy Bear.
I’m about to eat some humble pie.
Now I’m in my late-30s and I am (gulp) one of those icky, treacley women who calls her spouse...