My husband seems to think that I should be writing something every day. He keeps telling me that I have stories to tell. Sure…I have something to say, I always have. Maybe not actual stories, but I do have something to say. As a matter of fact, I kinda think I have too much to say! I’ve always been a very “wordy” person. Sometimes I think my whole family dreads me starting to say something. It’s not that they dread what I will say, but just how long it will take me to get the story completely out of my mouth or get my point across. I’ve heard recently that the so called experts have determined that women use about 20,000 words a day, while men use about 7,000. Can that possibly be true?
I discovered something for myself many years ago before I met my husband. I was around 25 years old and it hit me like a ton of bricks that people pretty much enjoy a conversation with me as long as I ask them questions about something in which they are interested. Don’t spend much time on talking about what you like. Be interested in the other person and care about their interests. When I was single, this worked really well when talking with guys. Just ask them about squirrel camp, deer season or that new ATV they just bought. Watch their eyes light up! Men don’t like drama and I don’t think they like flowery conversation too much either.
It’s funny because I honestly fell in love with my husband from “just talking to him”. I told my best friend that I was in love with this guy before I even had my first date with him. So, love at first sight or first conversation is a possibility. Back in the day, the people my age would meet up in the parking lot of a locally owned pharmacy. All of us knew the pharmacist/owner and he allowed us to hang out there at night as long as we didn’t leave trash laying around or tear up any of his property. Anyway, my future husband came up to the parking lot and we began to talk. I guess it was chemistry or, as we believe, God working in our lives, but I felt so comfortable talking with him. If you were to ask me now, 33 years later, what our conversations were about, I probably couldn’t remember more than four of them. All I know, and remember is that he was so wonderful…smart, cute, and articulate. When I talked with him, I didn’t have to pretend I was something or someone other than just plain ole me. I always say talking with him was kinda like that feeling you get when you come home from a hard day of work and slip on a comfortable pair of shoes that are so worn, but make you feel so good and relaxed. My husband says he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not, being compared to a comfortable pair of shoes, but you get the idea.
To this day, I’m talking, talking, and doing some more talking. My husband takes a little while to get fully engaged first thing in the morning, but not me. I hit the floor talking. After all, I’ve got to use all those 20,000 words before I get into bed tonight!
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