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My wife does not talk much, while I on the other hand am a talker.
She complains at times "I" talk too much.
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For me, it's timing. The last tem minutes of a good movie (I bought a DVR), or as I'm heading out the door to work.
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Reminded of one of my favorite Will Rogers quotes:
There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.
Sometimes, if I CAN get a word in edgewise, I have to ask her if she ever uses punctuation. Like periods and commas.
The thing that pisses me off most is, when I am busy and on a roll, she will be talking to herself as if she is talking to me. I have to stop what I am doing and backtrack to where I can actually here what she is saying, she will reply "I was just talking to myself".
My favorite saying to her is"please don't make me live inside your head. I need a moment of peace once in a while just to remember who I am". But that never works.
Damn! I just realized,... I have been talking to myself as well. Which negates all that I just said.
I married the much quieter of two sisters. Mine's not quite the cook the other one is, but then again silence is golden at times.
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In the mid-1990s I had a GF who was a non-stop talker. Commentary on everything.
Once I said, "You're going to tell me every thought that has ever entered your mind, and when I've heard every idea and remembrance, you'll start all over again, won't you?"
She smiled and said, "Yes".
Very smooth elbows, divorced, 6-year-old daughter, lived with mom, great job. She wanted a 2-month "Holiday BF". Dumped me mid-February.
One of my favorite memories was coming back from skiing. The Lehigh Tunnel was somehow closed for a period. Traffic was at a standstill. I shut off the engine, and we sat in silence holding hands (that truck had no radio, no AC, just four wheels and an engine). There was something special, being part of humanity but powerless to do anything. We were safe, warm, had provisions (she was a planner), and no one could take away that moment of having to do absolutely nothing.
She was amazed I was so opposite of her last BF, who would have been livid, red-faced, striking the wheel and honking, angry at her and the world. But my thought was that I had her all to myself, her full attention.
I identified with the fellow, who said that often his wife will say something out of the blue that makes no sense at all until he realizes that is a continuation of a conversation they were having two weeks ago.
Companionable silence. One of life's pleasures. My wife appreciates it too, so I'm lucky.
When we were younger, we could share the couch for hours, maintaining body contact but not saying a word, each of us reading a book. We had other times set aside for talking.
The average woman speaks 20,000 words a day, the average male 7,000. And that average for males has to be skewed, seems to me more like 500.
BTW right now is the blessed quiet time of the day before my wife gets up.
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my old friend
Lucky you! i just spent 3 hours with the new girl, making her dinner and, she hardly said a thing. It didn't take me long to realize she had nothing to say because she didn't care and was bored. If she is talking she cares and is looking to interact with you. Count your blessings.
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That's my wife, exactly - I call it "streaming". There's never a pause to say anything back.
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Mine will get sidetracked with details i really dont care about, i have to remind her to get back to the story at hand. This is why i wake up hours before everyone else in the house (except my son who i swear only sleeps 3 hours a night) and sit on the porch with a cigar and a cup of coffee. Just me and silence and maybe a few bullfrogs.
There will be whores, tits and sex.
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Or it's because the last one dumped her for talking so much and she's learned how to bait that hook.
And don't get me wrong, i love my wife very much and consider her my best friend. But i will not be taking her deer hunting anytime soon.
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Only in an insane world are the sane considered insane.
Some people listen to the noise of the world,
And some people listen to the quiet.
I feel your pain brother...
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I'm lucky. My current wife is more reflective than vocal.
My ex, however, it was like non-stop all fucking day long and always ended in an argument.
"You have the right not to be killed..."
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