Some words just don’t work. Take boyfriend, for example. I’ve been dating the same man for a quarter of a century. He is far from being a boy and I am approaching my mid- sixties. Yet, this is the term society gives us. So, introductions can be a bit awkward. In fact, just mentioning that I have a boyfriend often has my high school students rolling with laughter. (I think kids believe teachers sleep under their desks and we have no lives outside of the classroom. Sigh…)
By definition, a boyfriend is “a male friend or acquaintance, often specifying a regular male companion with whom one is platonic, romantically or sexually involved. This is normally a short-term committed relationship, where other titles (e.g., husband, partner) are more commonly used for long-term committed relationships.”
Now let’s talk about those other titles. There is a plethora of possibilities and I have tried most of them. While my sweetie pie Ryan is my “friend” that description doesn’t say enough. Lover is a bit too continental: “Here is my love-ah,” I hear myself saying like an aging movie siren. Mi amour, as well, sounds pretentious.
Then there’s significant other. Hate it. The term lacks warmth and has way too many syllables.
Partner is OK. Still the word rings of a professional relationship, as in my “business” partner.
“What should I call you?” I asked Ryan one day when he was reading.
He pursed his lips and stared at me. “What do I prefer? Call me Poopie Head.”
“Really?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m asking how to introduce you to other people.”
“How about love muffin?”
“Main squeez?” I countered.
He shook his head. “I don’t like main squeeze.”
“OK, so what should I call you?
“How about love of my life?” He grinned.
“And that’s how you want me to introduce you?
“Yes! I am the love of your life, I hope. If not, we have a problem.”
“This is the love of my life,” I practice saying. “Just doesn’t roll off the tongue.”
Ryan shrugged. “Does it really matter?”
“Perhaps not. I guess I could call you . . . Ryan.”
“I still like love of my life.”
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