Well
Speaking as a girl, albeit a girl who likes drinking, smoking and hanging my local, and hates fake tan, dieting and nightclubs - WHY DOES IT TAKE YOU SO LONG TO FINISH YOUR 'LAST PINT'?! The thing is - if I've been at the pub for a couple and our lad phones me to ask when I'll be back, I don't lie. If I want to stay out, I'll tell him. If Mr Anodyne goes out after work, his 'last pint' will begin at 9pm, when I ring to make sure he's not dead in a ditch, and at 11pm, he will STILL HAVE THE SAME DRINK. The thing is - I'm not ringing him to be a nag. If I ring at 9pm, and he is supposed to be home by 9.30, I will get worried by 11 and ring him to make sure he's not dead. To be honest, as long as he gets home at some point, I'm happy. I'd rather him come home three hours late and be happy than straight away and be in a bad mood (and I believe the same goes for me). So WHY MUST HE LIE? If he told me at 9 that he'd be out until late, I wouldn't have to phone to make sure he's not dead every two hours, and thus make myself look like some kind of nagging valkyrie. Bah. MEN.
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Tue 5 Jan 2010, 2:27, 12 replies)

eh?
So your phone your bloke at 9pm, when he’s down the pub with his mates, and ask him “what time you coming home?” and then get upset because he’s not home half an hour later?

Hahahahaha
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 5 Jan 2010, 8:18, closed)

No
No, read it. I ring him at 9, he says he'll be back by half past 9. By 11 I consider phoning again.
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Tue 5 Jan 2010, 16:07, closed)

This is the reason I don't have a mobile
In the olden days, the good lady would ring the pub to enquire the whereabouts of her hunter/gatherer. The barmaid would then convincingly explain that he hasn't been in for weeks whilst keeping marital harmony in place. The returning man could then explain that rather than being in the pub, he assisted at the scene of a teriible accident (or some other such heroic event) and called in for one on the way home to calm teh fears.

All this is spoilt now that mobile communications are freely available, and gives the laydee far to many opportunities to rise above her station... It's akin to being voluntarily tagged.

Getting my coat...
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 8:47, closed)

true
Checking up on the old man down the pub used to be a bigger deal didn’t it.

The barmaid holding the receiver out, calling your name, and every one in the pub making the “whoa”, your in trouble now sound.
( Ring Of Fire A petty, drooling belming butthurt retard., Tue 5 Jan 2010, 8:57, closed)

Just
go to sleep and trust him to get home safely on his own.

Where did all this 'dead in a ditch' fear come from? I imagine he's been down the pub many times before and knows how to get home.
( TheFinch is getting to grips with the complex plane on, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 9:26, closed)

Because the sort of women who check up on their blokes
are constantly giving him a hard time, every answer he gives her (in all manner of situations) will be the wrong one, so it is easier to just come out with any old shit for a quiet life, so he can get on with the business of his lads night out, though by then she's already ruined it.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 9:43, closed)

Yeah..
It's not a lads night out, it's staying out at the pub where we both work after finishing a shift. I do the same with the same people after I've finished a shift, so why the lies? Hell, the only reason that I'm not there is because I can't be arsed going. I just want to know what makes men incapable of telling the truth, and then get annoyed when we express concern. I couldn't give two fucks what time he comes home at, as long as he arrives in one piece. Oh and hell of a way to sterotype - I care enough to make sure he's alive, that makes me a neurotic harpy who is constantly banging on at him to do one thing or another when all he wants is a quiet life and a few drinks at the pub. If you think all women are like Ena Sharples and Flo Capp I really feel sorry for you.
(BelladonnaAnodyne Melissa's gonna wet herself, I swear..., Tue 5 Jan 2010, 19:04, closed)

Why not save all the bother
and just ask him to give you a bell when he's setting off home.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Wed 6 Jan 2010, 0:26, closed)

Just leave him alone
He'll come back eventually

He is over 18, I assume?
( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 9:46, closed)

the response is in proportion to the question.
My wife does the same thing, if she is staying out she says so, and I can 'at that time' advise her to get a taxi home as I ain't getting out of bed to pick her drunk arse up at 2am.

If I am out drinking and advised that I will be home 'later' the following question of 'exactly when' arises, which creates undue pressure in the frontal lobes and various times with be pronounced, only to be lambasted when I subsequently arrive home in a heavily inebriated state. I know roughly when i'll be getting home, but a truthful answer is usually met with whining. Much easier to give a response you will be satisfied with and get off the phone.
(LarksaLordy, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 13:11, closed)

checking up
is only acceptable, from either sex, in the following form:

"I'm putting dinner on in a bit, it'll be done at 9ish. D'you want any?"
(bblgoose, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 13:41, closed)

Very true.

(photoben, Tue 5 Jan 2010, 15:36, closed)