Son1’s first ‘real date’ was when we still lived up north.
Husband had the privilege of being the chauffer. On the way home from dropping the young lady off, Husband teasingly referred to the girl as ‘Smoochie Blue’ because he couldn’t remember her name (and she had been dressed in blue.)
The name stuck as a catch all phrase meaning any girl they happened to encounter.
As in: Check out the Smoochie Blue standing over there. Or, Smoochie Blue at 9 o’clock.
I guess it was rather sexist, and I should have discouraged it, but it wasn’t done with malice. It was just a funny ‘family–ism’ (and we have MANY!)
When we were moving, the boys were very unhappy at the prospect of leaving their friends so Husband started spinning tales about all the Smoochie ORANGES there would be in our new home state.
He also pointed out they don’t wear heavy coats in subtropical climates!
Wink wink, nod nod.
(Okay, okay, I should have put my foot down, but I still say it has comedic value!)