Men on the phone

Chatting on the way into work, we delved briefly into the subject of men on the phone. Using myself as an example, men are awful on the phone. Well… awful according to most women I know anyway.

A typical phone call with my best mate.

Me: Hello?
Him: Hello!
Me: Hello!
Him: Hello…

(not sure why we do it, we just do, bear with me)

Me: You still up for a beer tonight?
Him: Yeah, 8ish in Nellies?
Me: Sounds good, see you then.
Him: Bye!
Me: C’Ya. [click]

Simple, straightforward and to the point. None of this yakking away for hours on the phone about what to wear, who will be going, why I might be late, what I bought, who I bumped into when I bought it, who they mentioned when I bumped into them.. etc etc ad infinitum (I think I’m getting away from the point here, hang on…)

I fully admit that, 8 times out of 10, when I’m talking to someone on the phone, I invariably get distracted by something else – the TV, a car driving past, a spider on the window, or that annoying dripping sound that we can’t yet place – and my attention wanders. I then have to guess the right noises to make when I realise I hadn’t been paying attention and the other person is expecting me to say something.

Is it just me? Am I just ignorant.

Oh dear, I fear I may have just answered my own question. Hmmm… need to ponder this some more.