This article from the Sunday Times about lovers' pet names and secret games is funny, moving, and a little nauseating. My favorite paragraph:

We'd go to watch classic film noir at Film Forum and make up childish games while waiting in line. See, it wasn't enough to make a frog ribbit, you also had to do a ribbit and face of an emotionless frog, then the sound of an emotionless ape, then an ape pleading for emotional connection, then you had to stage a stare-down of emotionless frog versus pleading ape. (The ape always won.) We didn't care that people looked at us oddly. Their disapproval merely drew us closer.

Awww. I hate couples like this.