One word: "Hun".
No. I'm neither a Hun, (note the complete lack of bearskins, pointy hat or big mustache - it's a giveaway).
Nor can you call me honey when you've not met me and have no idea if I'm a dribbling axe murderer.
And you are not a 1970s female R+B singer.
Otherwise you'd not be doing this, unless of course you blew it all on snorting half of Columbia's gross domestic product up your sinuses and now need more cash.
This fucks me off only marginally more than "Babe", as I'm neither a small movie pig or the end of a pop lyric.
Lost count of how many pieces of business have been cancelled as soon as this mindless, false, insincere drivel gets expelled from someone's probably permanently open gob, or via text. I feel like my meagre intelligence is being insulted that I'd fall for such blatant adoration from someone who's never even met me.
Vomit inducing.
Bye!!!