YankeeFan said:
MisterCreosote said:
Growing up with three brothers, I wouldn't say anything on the phone other than, "I'll meet you [here] at [time]." Especially when girlfriends called.
Those assholes were looking for any ammunition they could find to make fun of me for.
Growing up with all brothers & going to all boy Catholic schools from 1st through 12th grades stunted my social growth as it relates to women.
But, yeah, having no privacy made the prospect of talking to a girl on the phone even more terrifying than it already was.
Back then, we were envious of families that had a second line. A couple of kids had actual phones in their bedrooms, but that was pretty rare.
Now, every kid has a cell phone, and girls don't even expect you to call. You can flirt, or set up dates via text. That's not terrifying.
And, I know it stresses my brothers and sisters-in-law that they can't act as gatekeepers in the way that our parents could.
God, we had to ask some poor girl's mother if we could talk to her daughter. Kids don't have to deal with that anymore.
Quote from: YankeeFan on Today at 01:16:54 PM
Quote from: MisterCreosote on Today at 12:05:02 PM
Growing up with three brothers, I wouldn't say anything on the phone other than, "I'll meet you [here] at [time]." Especially when girlfriends called.
Those assholes were looking for any ammunition they could find to make fun of me for.
Growing up with all brothers & going to all boy Catholic schools from 1st through 12th grades stunted my social growth as it relates to women.
But, yeah, having no privacy made the prospect of talking to a girl on the phone even more terrifying than it already was.
Back then, we were envious of families that had a second line. A couple of kids had actual phones in their bedrooms, but that was pretty rare.
Now, every kid has a cell phone, and girls don't even expect you to call. You can flirt, or set up dates via text. That's not terrifying.
And, I know it stresses my brothers and sisters-in-law that they can't act as gatekeepers in the way that our parents could.
God, we had to ask some poor girl's mother if we could talk to her daughter. Kids don't have to deal with that anymore.
Ha. We had four boys and a girl (all within six years, good Irish Catholics that we were) and one landline -- in the kitchen. A parent always answered the telephone. I had more awkward telephone conversations with Mrs. Fradella than with her daughter.