Friends do listen, but I don’t just talk to friends. I talk to anyone within earshot. It doesn’t even matter if they’re listening. I talk to my dog almost non-stop (he’s a good sport and at least tries to stay awake).
I’ve had a date ask me “Do you ever shut up?” (haha – er, no)
My ex-husband used to call me “Chad”, which, although it ends with a D, it was actually short for Chatty Cathy.
Just this afternoon, I was on the phone with a friend who said to me (when he was finally able to get a word in), “Do you realize you just went through about 15 different subjects in 5 minutes without even stopping to let me say anything?”
Only 15? I must be slowing down.
My dear Beignet (mmmmm, beignets–Louisiana native here), you are not alone. Uh-uh, no way, no how. 