T is for talk and tease

I am a fairly chatty person. I am not sure how that came about.

Ever since I can remember, I was often dubbed as being shy. I disliked this label, because I like being with people. People don't frighten me. I simply happen to be a quiet person by nature.

Being quiet does have its perks. I tend to be a better listener than those who enjoy talking all the time.

My role has changed this year at work. Instead of actually doing the grunt work of writing information from scratch, I am reviewing those pieces that other writers produce on the team. It is a lot of work, but I do enjoy it.

The role that I have also involves talking to each writer briefly when I am in the office. There is one writer who is an only child. I am, too. Yet, we are so different.

She is both shy and quiet. I have to ask probing questions and pry information from her. As for me, I am more of a free communicator. I share information and what I am doing. People don't have to guess what I am thinking or working on.

My guy is equally as chatty as I am. He has told me a number of times that I am a great conversationalist and that everything I talk about is interesting to him. I have never seen his eyes glaze over when I talk about a topic, so he isn't buttering me up!

It's one of many reason why we are compatible. We can talk for hours and never get bored of each other.

We both like to tease each other. When he was trying to cheer me up the other week, I teased him that he could record each positive phrase one some recorder and just press a button to play back an encouraging phrase.

"You can tell me that everything will work out fine, record that sentence, and save it as button 1. You can then press it when you think that I need cheering up," I teased.
"Do you think that I don't mean it?" he asked, knowing that I was pulling his leg.
"I know that you like to optimize your time. So, you could record a speech on how things will always improve over time, press the button, walk away, and fix yourself lunch," I joked.
"Oh, really?" he asked, with a tone to his voice that hinted that he was smiling.
"Sure. You just play it and I listen to it. I continue to feel better as I listen to what you have to say. You then walk over to the couch and take a nap. You wake up from your nap and your recording is still going," I giggled.
"I can't wait to see you soon. You are so going to get it."

It's fun teasing him. Of course, there's a price for doing it. I will have a sore backside the next time we're together. I don't mind it one bit.

Chats and a sneaky caress

My guy and I couldn't find time to have lunch late last week. Instead, we managed to talk for an hour after we were both done work on Thursday.

We met on his floor of our building, in the lunchroom. It was nice to have a solid hour to talk about our day.

My guy told me that the two Swedish guests were happy. He could tell that my entertaining them made them feel comfortable.

After work, my guy was off to pick up something by my old alma mater. I asked him whether it was a legal transaction. When he finally told me that he was picking up a SIM card, he felt that he no longer seemed like a cool, edgy guy. Well, he always will be to me.

My guy likes the whole manly, macho persona. Deep down, he is a sweet, boyish guy. So, it's a nice balance. He's not a bad boy. I only playfully call him a mean guy when he spanks me hard.

When it was time to say goodbye, we were in front of the elevators.

"Can I caress your head?" I asked him.
"No!" he said, in a boyish, almost outraged voice. "Especially not in such a public setting."

I became a rebellious little girl. I caressed it anyway in the quiet hallway before my guy badged his way through the revolving door. He was smiling.

My guy can be a bit shy when it comes to public affection at work. Otherwise, when we are out and about away from work, he has no issues at all.

It's cute. He's cute, too.