Well, I'm off to go hear what a terrible person I am.

That sounds... um... fun? If you're relating fun to being stuck in the movie Chainsaw Massacre, that is. Good luck?

It worked, mostly, except that when I just wasn't there she got all paranoid.

This is why I could never have such a code. call waiting feeds my paranoia enough, thank you very much.

Gudanov, this frickin counseling ever give you a chance to vent? I mean does anyone ever consider that the other person may have occassionally done something wrong?

It's time for my annual post of Single-Gal Wonderment.

Chatty!co-worker talks to his wife on the phone AT LEAST twice a day, every day. Sometimes he calls her, sometimes she calls him -- they mix it up.

Every day? Twice a day? What do they have to talk about when they get home?

Married/en-coupled folk, I've asked this before, but I can't remember your answers -- is this typical? Or calling even once a day during the work day?

I have no frame of reference, except that I witness the twice-daily (or more) phone calls of Chatty and Mrs. Chatty, and it boggles my mind.

I'm trying to make it into something sweet and romantic -- like, "I can't go 8 hours without talking to you!" Which I *could* actually understand if it happened maybe once a week. But -- every day?

Input, if you please.

Sometimes he calls her, sometimes she calls him -- they mix it up.

They're just trying to keep you guessing.

Seriously, wow. I couldn't talk on the phone twice a day (everyday!) with even my dearest of friends. And I don't even live with them.

Seems like a lot, if it's not "oops. Forgot to tell you to bring bread home, too." Maybe she's Chatty, too?

Married/en-coupled folk, I've asked this before, but I can't remember your answers -- is this typical? Or calling even once a day during the work day?

Yes. Well, okay, we've switched to e-mail instead of phone calls mostly, but that's because I share an office. We usually call to see how the other one is doing (especially in the case of one of us having a gronktastic and/or bad morning).

My loathing of all things telephone is well known, but E and I do email back and forth pretty constantly.

Tep, Hec and I are apparently not Chatty. We talk/email a lot when there's something moderately complicated that needs scheduling or coordinating, we'll occasionally call or email to make plans for a post-work drink or movie date, and we'll sometimes vent about assheads, -hats or -holes at work, but other than that, not much.

However, this is probably my fault. I really don't like the phone as a vehicle for the transmission of anything but information, and there've only been maybe two people in my entire life whom I was ever comfortable with just calling up to chat for chatting's sake. Multiple Buffistas are no doubt willing to testify, even in court, that Hec is a very happy Chatty McTalkypants on the phone.

ION, I am wondering exactly the same thing Typo Boy is wondering about Gud's counseling.

And unrelatedly, my stomach hurts and I can't get "Hard out here for a pimp" out of my head. Can I go home?