I've spent the last two work days talking on the phone about why my insurance won't cover stuff. I pity my officemates. Fortunately, it's nothing too gynecological or graphic.

This makes me laugh because, well, you're asking a group of people who can make a conversation about which hand the fork goes in last a week. What do we talk about all day, every day?

Yes, but, here I'm "talking" to a variety of people. Or, sometimes, talking to myself. But talking to the same person, twice a day, everyday, and then going home to them... I don't know.

It's obvious that I'm not married, no?

Plus the "talking" here doesn't involve anyone else listening to the details of our lives - keyboard clicking is remarkably uninformative.

(Waits to hear someone say that they've learned to inerpret keyboard clicks and know exactly what someone's been typing.)

Plus the "talking" here doesn't involve anyone else listening to the details of our lives - keyboard clicking is remarkably uninformative.

I thought it was the constant communication that was confusing, not the talking as such. (If I'm wrong, then nevermind.)

Constant communication was my take.

Oh. Well, yeah, constant communication is because I like him. I see stuff I think he would think is interesting and I pass it on. Actually, I send him a lot more mail than he does me, but that's fine.

The same sort of link I post to Buffistas goes to him in mail. Look at this weird thing, honey.

Waits to hear someone say that they've learned to inerpret keyboard clicks and know exactly what someone's been typing.

Wasn't that one of Constable Fraser's many skills?

Steph, my parents could go days or weeks without talking to each other, so wrapping my head around the co-worker who coos to her husband two, three times a day is kinda beyond me.

Now, if you're not living with them, if you have some sort of limit on how much contact you have, I can see the content-free interaction being valuable (noting here that talking about stuff that has/had to be done is content). But if you're going home to them anyway? Don't get it.

I'm assuming it's a visceral thing, and that one day I may just feel the pull that flummoxes me now.

But talking to the same person, twice a day, everyday, and then going home to them... I don't know.

It really is what people have already said. Living with someone does involve some coordination, so much more so when you toss kids into the mix. Some of it is courtesy. What time you are getting home, that sort of thing. Then there is the whole enjoying talking to him part. Guess that's why we're married.

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?

See above for DH's phone hatred. We don't talk much during the day--maybe twice a week, if that. And only random emails from work.