An intro of sorts...
I talk a lot. Like, a lot, a lot. Anyone who knows me can attest to this. Anyone who's met me for longer than 10 minutes could probably back this statement up. I think about this a lot too. I usually need to talk about things to fully process them, so when something big happens, I usually talk a lot more. But, once you leave college, if you don't happen to belong to a Ya-Ya Sisterhood-type group of friends, finding people to spend long hours visiting is hard. I used to think that I would just luck into that kind of person when I eventually got married, but the more I get to know guys, the more I realize that most of them are as titillated with the idea of "talking about our feelings" as chick-flicks would have you believe. Then I thought I would find the group of friends to do a "Sex and the City" type deal, but then I realized that those groups of women don't usually jive with who I am. I don't enjoy packs o...