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[MhamaiJane]

I was going to namechange for this but ah what the hell!
Ok so here it goes, I met a lovely French man six weeks ago. He is courteous, considerate, kind, sexy, funny etc. You may be asking what the problem is, well.............he never shuts up! Sorry that's a bit blunt but it is basically true.

I'm myself blessed in the gift of the gab dept but feel if I don't "pardon the pun" say something that this relationship won't go anywhere, unless
I zone out and keep nodding and umming in the right places, which I'm already starting to do. Can anyone advise me on how I can sensitively approach this with him?

TIA

Have you ever confronted him though? I'm thinking if I bring it out now? dare I say "talk about it"

Weeeell if you sink it is a probleme, ah dunno what ah was saying to Jean-Claude the ozzer day about zis was that ah thought it was VURY interest-eeng when talkeeng to laydee you have to maintayne ze interessed, you know? uh-huh? You know what ah mean, zut alors, ma petite, mm-hmm, anyway. Ah was walkeeng along ze Boulevard St-Pierre when ooo did ah see but mah old mate Bernard? So we stopped and ad a leetle chat, and ee say to me what are you driveeng zeese days? ah said ah ave mah 2CV as usu-well, and eee says to me, do you know, zat is een-cred-eebull, onleee ze uzzer day I see Olivier, you know, not Olivier with ze 'orrible shoes but Olivier with ze strange 'air, ah yes, you know ze one, ees seester left 'ome with a VURRY strange man, eez mozzer NEVER forgave 'er, and anyway, to cut a long storeee short...

Oh Lordie

If he talks more than you, you're DOOMED DOOMED I tell ya

Unquietdad do you know him?
Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh not fair not fair!

Eric, that's kinda what I'm thinking but I'm hoping against hope for an about turn. Jesus what must men go through?

It's a compliment.

He's parading his intelectual/conversational prowess. This peacock/feathers or weightlifter/sleveless shirts or banker/porsche and you'll be in the ball park. He's probably imagining himself in a black polo neck discussing sartre in a parisian pavement cafe.

It'll settle, methinks.

Ooops - this is an old thread. Bet you'll come on here now to say 'I dumped him'

Ok, just wanted to do a quick update. I phoned him last night albeit after a few glasses of wine. Anyhoo, after making a slightly sozzled reference to his yapping, he said that he himself knew he'd been going on a bit as he was nervous, we've spoken again today and he is glad I approached the subject. He has promised to slow down. That's about it really.