Sounds like you were dating Marilyn Monrobot.
90% percent of my regulars want to be called DADDY! Ok!
Personally I don’t have an issue with it... I think it’s funny! Only one regular hates it. He just wants me to use his name.
I know this isn’t usual.
But when you get to that point of comfort with a provider/regular, what do you like being called? How do you call them?
...their name.
They get to call me Mocha.
and I'm still cracking up over this. Touché, Mocha. Touché.
No on the "Daddy" or "Papi" name..I hate it. Plus it just comes off creepy to me.
I'll call some babe but I mosty call the girl by her name...real or staged.
by a provider and I hope I never am! Besides, I see mostly mature providers so “Daddy” would be really weird coming from them.
I get the occasional “hon”, “sweetie”, “babe” etc. One of my favs calls me “lover” and it works because it sounds natural. Some use my name. I tend to use the provider’s stage name. If I know her real name I’ll use that but only outside of a paid session.
Someone can refer me to.... it just sends me. I had one regular who always referred to me that way....hence that's why she was my regular, she knew how to play me.
Kinda put me in my Gomez mode, with her as my Tish....lol
I also just tend to call the girls by their names, whichever name they prefer, it doesn't really matter much to me.
….. your comment in this linked post. That almost made me want to book a date with someone prone to saying "Papi" and ask her to call ME that.
The term "daddy" and many men's distaste for it has come up any number of times in my own sessions and I've frequently quoted your post.
Your royalty check is in the mail. ![]()
Yep, even I have something worthwhile to say every once in while, but lets not tell anyone. lol

Franklin, Grant, Jackson...
Seriously....most women use " honey " or " babe" when referencing me. Industry standard...
The other industry standard I get called all the time is "Sweetie!" I hate that!
“Sweetie” *is* irritating.

You'd better never go to an ordinary restaurant in the South, then. They'd get real concerned about that eye... .
NawLeens once, and the waitress took her order and then looked at me and said, " . . . and what can I get for you, sweetie?" After she left, I turned to my girlfriend with a serious and somber look and said, "I know how this looks, but I'm NOT her sweetie." She laughed for several minutes.
I actually find it kind of annoying when people continuously use my name when they are talking to me. Since in a session setting, we're only the two people there, I already know who they are talking to. It's almost never necessary to use my name or any substitute, like hun, or honey, or sweetie or whatever. I'm there right in front of their face, there is no need to specify who they are addressing.
This reminds me of a decades-old incident from my young and single days. I met a woman who was a 9 in my book, and I wanted her badly, but she had two habits that annoyed me, and I had hoped they'd fade away once we for past that initial fakeness everyone portrays in the first stages of a dating relationship, and once we got to know each other better.
One, she would always make extremely direct, practically unblinking eye contact with me and never take her eyes off of mine. It was flattering the first time we met, because I thought it was intense interest that she took in me. I thought she found my eyes attractive or something like that. Quickly, however, it became apparent to me that it never wavered. She didn't look at other parts of my face, such as my mouth, everything was 24/7 eye contact. If I blinked, she would actually dip her head quickly in an attempt to see what it was I was trying to look at, even though I wasn't trying to look at anything. If I looked to the left or right of her, most people would glance over their shoulders to see whaybit was, or at least follow my gaze. Not this woman. Her eyes stayed on mine like a hawk. It got to the point that I felt as if she was trying psychoanalysis on me or trying to read my thoughts or digging for evidence of dishonesty in me. I don't have to tell you that it was nerve-wracking and made me self-conscious. Scary.
Second weird habit was that she ALWAYS addressed me by both my full first name and my full last name. EVERY SINGLE SENTENCE. EVERY SINGLE TIME SHE ADDRESSED ME, ANSWERED ME, OR REFERRED TO ME WHEN SPEAKING WITH SOMEONE ELSE. Each sentence she uttered to me or about me either started with, included, or ended with my full name. It was accompanied by a little smirk or goofy grin on her face as if she was inwardly laughing at me on some inside joke of hers. Had she known my middle name, I think it would have been included also. I think she must have thought I had given her a fake name, or maybe she thought it was impressive or alluring to talk to me that way, but all it did was annoy me. I even told her once that just using my first name would be fine, she answered, "Oh, I know that, (First Last)."
By themselves, either habit would have driven me crazy, but combined, I was done. We only went out two or three times and I broke it off. I was in my early 20s, so I didn't have the maturity or sense to simply ask her about it, I just ended it with her and moved on to my next potential conquest.
Sounds like you were dating Marilyn Monrobot.
"Next!"
Exactly, there is no special name in hi volume. providing.
But I know these two sisters apt. girls.
I would go to the door and say "PRIMA" as in cousin, so the neighbors would think that. In turn they call me "primo" or cousin.
Or you can call me Jay.
Or you can call me Imp.
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Just don't call me late for dinner.
90% percent of my regulars want to be called DADDY! Ok!
Personally I don’t have an issue with it... I think it’s funny! Only one regular hates it. He just wants me to use his name.
I know this isn’t usual.
But when you get to that point of comfort with a provider/regular, what do you like being called? How do you call them?
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But ya doesn't has to call me "Johnson!"
....they would call me Grand Daddy, which is even MORE creepy.
My experience has been the same as above. Hun, sweetie, baby do not really turn my head. Lover work pretty well.
However, as mentioned before, if we are the only two people in the room, no need for names. In fact, less talking and more fucking, HAH!
Jesus who uses “Grand Daddy?” 😂
Call me any name that let's me know you know who is in the room with you. My handle or first name is fine. I hate the use of a name that suggests the other person is not worth addressing as an individual.
I have a SB who calls me handsome. We been seeing each other for 6-7 months. I called her on it once and couldn't remember my real name. She still calls me handsome. Bet if I called her on it again it would be the same answer.
...with a real regular..i like being called "yes again"...i call them"are you ready?"
I hate the whole daddy thing.
Pre-hobbying, I knew a woman who had lost her father to suicide when she was 14. Her father had been despondent because the family went from riches to rags after his entire financial portfolio was swindled out from under him by a scam artist. The shame of being cheated and the subsequent impotence of the justice system were too much for him to take. The woman, then in her late 20s when I met her, had always loved, respected and admired her father, and even in his suicide, she felt for him instead of resenting him or being angry with him. She hated the scammer and the situation, but still loved and missed her father and held his memory dear. The first time she and I were intimate, she let me know during foreplay that she wanted to call me daddy, and that her fantasy was that she was a little girl. I was absolutely mortified and turned off and refused to do it. I have no I interest in little girls, either real or imagined, and I wasn't having it. I could see tge psychological implications, and I wanted nothing to do with it. We got past that hurdle, she and I, our sex life was good, but she never let go of her fantasy (as is appropriate, I believe that the majority of people's fantasies should never be self-surpressed). After we went out separate ways, she pursued it with other men who were into it.
Fast-forward to present day.
I see a lot of providers who only speak Spanish, and calling a man, a male lover, a male sex partner, a male client "papi" or "papi chulo" or "papacito" is as common in their culture as baby, honey, darling or sweetie is for English speakers. As such, I don't have a problem with the first one, papi, but the other two don't do it for me.
Other than those father-related terms of endearment, a lot of these providers also call me amante (lover), ángel (ángel), bebé (baby), bonbóm (bon-bon, sweet thing), cariño (dear or darling), cielo (heaven), corazón (heart or my heart), niña (boy), but the most often used are amor (love) and mi amor (my love). Once or twice a very close relationship has resulted in a provider or two calling me mi vida (my life), but ever since I first learned of that one decades before I began hobbying, I've never liked it used in reference to me; I find it way too much responsibility for me.
In English, providers have called me baby, sweetie, honey, etc.
As far as names, I've never used my real name in hobbying, so they sometimes call me by the name I've given them. Once, 15 minutes into the date, a provider asked me, "Your name is _______, right?" I laughed out loud, she was off by a mile. I told her she had it wrong and I reminded her of my hobby name, the same name I had used in my phone calls to her, the last one being 5 minutes before I walked in. Honest mistake, we all make them (by the way, my review of her is on this website, see if you can guess which one she is).
I usually call a provider any or all of the feminine Spanish-language ones above, plus sexy, hermosa (beautiful), bonita (pretty), preciosa (previous), muñeca (doll), muñequita (little doll), garita (kitten), diosa (goddess), jovencita (young lady), and others I can't think of right now.
In a role-play setting recently (her review is on here too), I screwed up badly the first ten seconds when I called the provider by the name of the lady who runs the agency for which she works. The provider, in the spirit of a true actress, assumed that I did it on purpose as part of the role-play and went with it, but I called cut and we began the scene again, take two.
Final story. Two providers I reviewed here turned out to be roommates, and I later found out they had been friends for 7 years. I had seen the first lady a week earlier, and found myself in the same apartment but different bedroom seeing the second lady. When I told #2 that I had been in the apartment a week ago, she asked me with whom had I been. For some reason, my mind went blank and I couldn't remember #1's name. Like an idiot, I pointed to the wall and said it was the lady in the bedroom on the other side of it. #2 said the lady's name and I said yes, that's her. #2 said, "Oh, she's my friend," And that was that.
