I'm a talker and I know it. I like to talk. A lot. I know that this isn't always the best 'quality' to have but thats the way it is. I always know if someone is talking and I find myself being quiey for a long time then they talk...a lot more than I do.
I felt really nervous before tonights date because I didnt know much about the guy and I felt as though he didnt know much about me and so wasn't sure what would happen. However, I met with him and he looked ok. Better looking than I expected and seemed normal. And then he started talking...and he carried on....and he carried on....and he carried on.
In the end I had to ask him if he realised that he hadn't let me get a word in edgeways. I asked him what he had learnt about me and he relayed the one chunk of speech practically word for word that I had had with him earlier. At least he was listening in that time.
His reply to my harshness was just that he was nervous, and sorry.
He also kept popping out for cigarettes, and answered the phone while he was with me. He said it was his mate who when he answered the phone said "she must be a right minger if shes going out with you"
I'm going to give up!
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