Speaking of rambling, I often used to wonder why I rambled on and on so very much when talking to a recent love interest. I knew I did it but seemed powerless to stop. Poor guy....he had to listen to all that. But gotta give him props...he always listened and never asked me to stifle my tongue or my thoughts. I know now why I rambled on as I did: talking to him was like talking to myself. That's how close I felt to him. That's a rare thing for me. Something I should remember for future reference....