At the risk of sounding shallow (again) I’d have to say that a pleasing voice and wittiness enter into the equation as well as the quality of the content.
Mrs. J. is not especially talkative but I enjoy her comments when she gets going. One time I caused a minor coffee explosion in the car when she asked me if she was talking too much and I said “No, I love your little chatter.” 
My girl Maryanne
She tries to get in as many words as she possibly can
I love Maryanne
She understands
I’m not a man, but I suspect men and women aren’t as different in this respect as you seem to think. I also suspect that, if you’re self-aware enough to ask this question, your chatty nature is probably tolerable at worst. Most people aren’t terribly subtle with the signals they give off of wishing someone would shut up; the key is for the talker to be open to receiving and responding to those signals.
I’m generally considered quiet. I like to participate in interesting conversations, but I’m not very good at starting them myself. So I like it when the other person is more forward than I am, as long as they do give me chance to participate. I don’t like to be steamrollered into listening because the other person won’t shut up. I especially don’t like being interrupted when I am responding to a question the other person asked (p.s. it doesn’t matter to me if the other person is a man or a woman, I have encountered both). OP, if your 2nd paragraph is an accurate description of your conversational style, I would be just fine with you.
My older sister is an almost non-stop talker, and sometimes it drives me nuts. She is aware of it to some degree, and stops herself to ask me a question, but often interrupts before I’m done, or deflects the topic back to something she is interested in. I often speculate that her always being like this (only worse as a child) is why I developed into a quiet person – there was just no room for my voice in the house. This is the sort of non=conversationalist whom I would avoid. It does not sound like OP is like that. If the OP were like that, I would not attempt to flatter her by saying the kinds of things her quiet friends say. I would just avoid her.
I’m not sure why OP introduced the speaker’s sex into the topic, it seems to me that would only make a difference if it were a couple or if there were romantic intentions on one or both sides. Surely the issue is larger than that.
The shoe can be on the other foot. Once when I was in Japan, a country with a fairly monolithic culture and well-known work ethic, a local asked me about the work ethic in the US. I thought this was a fascinating topic, so I talked about what it’s like to live and work in a multi-cultural society with many different kinds of work ethics. Apparently I went on too long, because when I paused a moment he said “OK, thank you for the lecture” and left. I’m not sure he meant to be hurtful, since English was his 2nd language, he might have thought he was saying “thank you for the very instructive discourse” or something like that. But it took the wind out of my sails.
It really matters if they have something worthwhile to say.
Unfortunately there seems to be an inverse relationship between chattiness and having something worthwhile to say.
I’m very quiet. I know, I know seems impossible. But, I am. Mr.Wrekker is the one word wonder. Our conversations are carried on with eyes and known things. I know how he likes things so that’s what I do. Coz, I’m nice like that:)
We go days without much more than an “excuse me” or “I’m going to X.”
It works for us.
I love talky-yakky people. The lil’wrekker is a chatter box. Never shuts up. It’s cheerful and pleasant, to me. Her sibs are fond of telling her to ‘shut-up’. I suspect her boyfriend finds it somewhat tiresome. Sometimes he just walks off, she just continues talking to whoever is still standing there.
There is a reason I go into the desert in a hot, dirty Jeep with 4 smelly dogs for a couple hours every day.
What was the question?
Odd that a woman of such remarkable loquacity has not returned to this thread.
Just teasing, and I wanted to use the word ‘loquacity’. Hope you’re doing well, Maastricht.
Well, somebody has to answer the phone…
It rests me to be among beautiful women.
Why should one always lie about such matters?
I repeat:
It rests me to converse with beautiful women
Even though we talk nothing but nonsense,
The purring of the invisible antennae
Is both stimulating and delightful.
— Ezra Pound, “Tame Cat”
I can be the silent type.
God no. I do not.
I want a woman who understands me. A lot of women look at a silent man as a passive lump to listen to them talk about themselves. I fucking do not like it one bit.
I think Thudlow nailed it. Once you get into a relationship with someone who is a talker, the consequence is that sometimes they need to and it just isn’t that interesting. The problem is that the only thing worse than your spouse going on about something is your spouse NOT talking.
Also,Nothing Box. It’s only tangentially related but a lot of men spend a goodly amount of time there.
As an awkward person I think of most conversation as a burden where danger lurks after every phrase I say. Thus having someone who is talkative means that they are bearing a much high burden than I am and I appreciate that.
Except if I am trying to do something and they won’t stop and let me leave, that is annoying.
I’m a big introvert, and my wife’s an extrovert.
In private, we talk fairly evenly. I don’t keep track as to who starts the conversations, but I would bet a majority of time it is her. I dated another introvert before I met my wife and we could go on two hour car rides and not say a word. It was excruciating. A “talker” can get the ball rolling.
I quite like it in social situations. I don’t like dead air, and she can fill that wonderfully. I also can talk when I want to, I can get a word in edgewise. Do I get in my phone sometimes when she’s talking shop or something else I’m not particularly interested in? Yeah, but it works for us.
Why do you think that an appropriate “theme song” for a thread where the OP’s friends are telling her they’re fine with her talkativeness, and where posters’ expressed opinions about “talkative women” are divided and nuanced, is a song with a harshly critical male narrator complaining about his girlfriend’s stereotypical female “chatter”?
Why not, say, a song like “To Hear You Talk”?
Honestly, Jackmannii, your post just came across as a dismissive and somewhat sexist threadshit. “Ha ha ha yackety bitch, nobody wants to hear you talk so much!”
As with others, it depends on the circumstances and the person.
My daughter, who I love dearly, could charitably be described as talkative. It’s just her nature - I think it is actually physically uncomfortable for her when she can’t talk and the pressure builds up inside her. It’s generally pleasant, but it can be a little overwhelming. If it is something interesting, I can join in and not be talked over, when it isn’t, I just let it wash over me. She doesn’t require anything more than the occasional ‘uh-huh’ or ‘she did?’ The Lovely and Talented Mrs. Shodan is not nearly as extreme a case, but sometimes she is wont to do what her mother did - tell stories that start in the middle, nothing much happens for a while, and then they end. Sometimes it’s rather soothing - like having the radio on. Sometimes I can even get away with “I was listening, I just had my eyes closed”.
My grandmother was much the same. But when we went on vacation and took her along, I was generally allocated to sit next to her on the river boat cruise or whatever, because I could just rev her up, get her going, and enjoy the sunshine and the sights while she chattered away.
My uncle - my mother’s brother, on the other side of the family - was a story teller. He had a million stories, and he never repeated any. And one of the happiest memories of my life was the last time I saw him. He was dying of leukemia, but he was doing it on his own terms. And it was Thanksgiving, with all the family around. And there he was, with a Manhattan in one hand and his oxygen mask in the other, holding forth. Every so often, he would take a swig from the Manhattan or a hit off the mask, and then start another story. He was still my uncle, leukemia or no.
He died a couple of months later. I wish I could listen to him again.
Regards,
Shodan
My best friend, Sophie talks non-stop. It always interesting so I have no problem with it. She has been married 4 times. I have a feeling that non-stop talking turned into non-stop bitching and nagging. Her personality would suggest it did.
Apparently you missed the other song link I posted (where the male singer adores his girlfriend’s endless chatter).
Sometimes it helps to have a sense of humor, too.
I’m pretty quiet. I could probably be described as an introvert. I do not want to be with another introvert.
I don’t talk much. I prefer the company of those who are similarly laconic.