I read a fantastical blog once and he said his son spoke him. I loved that phrase so much. I never knew what it was but I believe my husband spoke me. I certainly don't have the literary chops to have originally come up with it, but Jerry Sweet spoke me. I was Pam Kidwell when I met him. After a couple dates he said something along the lines of 'oh baby sweet'. I didn't become Pam Sweet for some 12 years after. But I was 'Baby Sweet' from that time on. He spoke me. How to recover from that?
Mad props to Black Hockey Jesus from The Wind In My Vagina for his originalness (of course that's a word!)