I once had an epic 8-hour phone marathon. Whew! Strangely enough, I’ve never been much of a phone person. It was a great conversation about any and everything, but my ear was tired afterward.

my first boyfriend, when I was 14. We were on the phone for 10 hours, and fell asleep on the phone.

@poofandmook – damn, beat me by two hours! but I stayed awake.

One that comes to mind is a conversation I had with man I was “talking to” when I first met my current boyfriend. He kept pursuing me even though he knew I was in a relationship (this was about a year ago). Because he was being disrespectful, I had to firmly tell him that his advances were unwanted, and that he had to either stop pursuing me or never contact me again. That was the last time I heard from him. It’s kind of sad because he is very intelligent, and I like him as a person. He would have been a good friend to have.

The first one that comes to mind is a conversation I didn’t actually participate in. My wife called for the results of a pregnancy test, and found out she was pregnant for the first time! We thought that would never happen.

The other one is when I spent a few hours on the phone with a friend during the darkest time of my life. I was calling her to make a suicide pact. We started discussing how we would do it, and it rapidly became absurd, and the next thing I knew, we were both laughing uncontrollably. This laughing went on for a good twenty minutes or so. She saved my life that night. [I’m sure some of you are in doubt as to whether that is a good thing, lol]

A good, long term friend who never calls me (live in different parts of the world and email a lot) called me late one night when I was highly inebriated to tell me a good mutual high school friend had been hit by a drunk driver and killed.
Even in my state, I remember every damn word of that conversation.

We were watching “When Harry Met Sally” from Netflix one night last September when the phone rang. Since it was 10:30 p.m., that was surprising. It ws my son calling from Paris to say his wife was 3 months pregnant.

Jake was born last May.

The most memorable phone conversation I have ever had is one I wish I could erase from my memory.

A friend calling to tell me her 13-year-old son had died.

An 8 hour conversation that started at midnight with my best friend about everything possible.
He committed suicide two months later.

I was called out to the hall telephone of the boarding house we lived in to talk to the police. They called to report my husband of 14 months, (the father of my two month old son), had been killed in an auto wreck.

I had a bad day at work. I was relaxing in the tub (which I only did when my neck and shoulders were cramped with pain), and my wife brought me the phone.
I thought it was my best friend, and I talked to her for about 10 minutes about my damn job, and my pain-in-the-ass boss.
After spewing this for 10 minutes, the caller corrected me. It wasn’t my best friend. It was my boss’s wife, who had just got her reale estate license.
As I hung up the phone, my wife asked me what was wrong. All I couldn say was “Just kill me…”

Me: “Hello?”
The Wife: (hesitating) “Hi.”
Me: (piqued) “What’s up?”
TW: “Well…”
Me: “Well what?”
TW: “Well…”
Me: “Well WHAT?”
TW: “Well…I’m actually…pregnant.”
Me: ”Huh?”

It didn’t really sink in until the first ultrasound.

A professional conversation with a very flirty sales girl that turned into quasi phone sex. When I hung up I noticed my electrician was standing at the door, petrified. That was 9 or 10 years ago and not only does he still remind me of it from time to time but he still gets as hysterical about it as back then.