An old joke:
A wife asks her husband how his day went. He replies “Great!, me and good ole Jim each caught three fish - big ones too. We shot some cans and ran into Buddy on the way back from the beer store. It was good seeing Jim. We have known each other since high school.”
The wife asks “How is Jim’s wife?”.
The husband answers: “How am I supposed to know that?”.
My fiancee often complains that I talk too much meaning that I speak at all. Our ratio is about 1000 to 1 words but I make them count. She blabbers about nothing. I usually tell her to just me know when she is done so that we can focus on the important things. Men don’t tend to care about other people’s relationships or what they are doing. That is the reason the busybodies in every neighborhood are almost invariably women.