Tails of a 17th Street Geisha

I absolutely HATE talking on my cell phone. Don’t get me wrong. I love my cell phone. But not because of it’s common use. I love the texting, the photos, the camcorder, the alarm, the task list, the games, the ring-tones, the phone book, the mp3 on it (even though it can only hold 200 songs!)…

I just hate talking on the damned thing for more than 5 minutes. I know, I know… It sounds weird that me, Debbie C–madame big mouth gay socialite herself–hates talking on the phone. But it’s true!

1) I’m deaf. I’ve spent countless nights out at clubs and concerts (dancing in front of the speakers no less, as if my ear drums were invincible). I’ve spent so many days in my youth with headphones blaring loud enough to not hear my then-evil (now-semi-obnoxious) sister Jennifer complain about how much her "so-called life" sucked during her teen years.  I’m nearly deaf. I can’t discern a word of conversation on the cell phone and cell phone to cell phone calls are hard to hear as it is!

2) I’m also much attention deficit to have a conversation. I blame the internet. Where else can you have 4 conversations on IM, while posting on your blog, downloading free music and checking out hotties on myspace? I can’t listen to a conversation and do all of these things and I’m too damned restless. If you want to have a conversation with me, I’ll pay attention if I’m walking alone and need the company or sitting on the bus avoiding eye contact with the crazy lady dancing in the aisle and babbling about Marmaduke on channel 7.

3) I’m too busy. Work is crazy and I’m sometimes there late. I’m also nearly always at the gym when people are calling to make dinner plans. Finally, I’m EXTREMELY SOCIAL. As the youngest of 7, I’m used to and love having people around. When I get a call I’m nearly always engaged with this fag or another!

That said, don’t call me, I’ll call you! Or… text me if you wanna try to chat! Does that sound awful?

BUT WAIT!

I have one more thought. I remember back in the highschool/college day when I used to talk on the phone FOR HOURS with my best girlfriends and certain guys. I would spend hours making fun of my mom and laughing at the stupid things that happened to us in the hood.

My first DC-boyfriend John and I had an all night conversation when we were starting to get to know each other.

What ever happened to conversation?

Well, the other night a certain someone opened my eyes/ears to what I used to remember as good old fashion PHONE FUN–dialogue, conversation! Granted, he spent the entire time asking me questions, but I loved the attention and I learned a thing or three from him. I was tired and intending on sleeping at 9 or 10pm to recuperate from the weekend but ended up talking ’til 1 (or later)

At any rate, although I’ve ranted endlessly about hating cell phone conversations, I think that Matthew has changed my perspective!

I will do the following:

a) try to have more meaningful conversations and

b) tame my attention deficit and

c) turn down the volume of my mp3 player so I can actually hear the other person.

Let’s see…

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