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Monday, March 27, 2006

Ah, sweet talkies


Sometimes, exactly everything I want is a nice, long, random conversation. My buddy Kenneth, a few weeks ago, noticed that while he was throwing darts and laughing it up with his buddies, I was sitting at our table and talking with his fiance. He came over and said, "Ya know, Chris, you're a talker."

I hadn't really thought about it, but I suppose I am. I deeply enjoy short, pointless conversations, I somewhat enjoy long, meaningful conversations, and I get the upper-thigh sweats from long, get-to-know-you conversations. I really can't think of any better way to get to know how a person thinks, or acts, or feels.

I know this may seem rather obvious, but Im not just talking about WHAT someone says. A person's eye contact, facial expressions, and gesticulations are a window into their personality. Their ability to take a joke (especially one of my jokes) really lets you know what kind of friend they will be.

Plus: Do they laugh out loud at my jokes? Do they really understand when I am being serious, showing my true passion over a subject? Do they listen or wait to talk? When they DO talk, do they say things that are on the subject, or do they try to swing the conversation around to what THEY want to talk about?

I have a new friend, and we are slowly getting to know each other. he came to the show on Saturday, and we went out for a few drinks afterwards, until about 2 or so. She called me on her way home, and we talked for THREE HOURS STRAIGHT. Now, Im not always wild about sitting on the phone for a long time, but getting to know someone (especially someone so special and cool) is exciting, and cozy in a way.

Anyhow, the next day, a really good friend of mine asked if I had had a good time last night. I told her about the long phone conversation, to which she asked, "Were you disappointed? Wouldn't you rather have picked up a chick for a night of sex, or stayed drinking, or something?" I had to admit that I got exactly what I wanted and needed on Saturday night at 2:15-4am. And it made me extremely happy.

This may have been a boring post, of sorts, but I will most likely be pissed off again soon, and be able to rant.

Keep chillin.

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