Iwidowed - A personal snark on having an iPhone as the other woman in the house.
It's been less than 12 hours and my heart is still in a state of flux, bemusement, and awe.
This morning, his (my significant other) mother called him and asked him about it.
Then with surprisingly little fanfare he brought IT home. Shiny. Pretty. Blingy. Inactivated as yet. But definitely curious.
And yes, I cooed a little at it. It responded so sweetly to my touch. Made cute whirly noises and impressed and surprised me with how responsive, intuitive, and clever the little bugger was. And then I put it away. Because, well, it didn't belong to me. And I wasn't going to get one of my own anytime soon.
By mid afternoon he was persistantly fondling it. It became the center of our conversations. He was frequently poking at it from his pocket and playing with it. Stroking it. In public. Without shame or subtlty. Slight macho bravado in his strut - knowing he had IT in his pocket. Ok, I made that up. But still. You can imagine that, right?
The new obsession has made me, the weekend goddess, feel a little bit like the technology widow. Not that I should talk or anything. Afterall, I've left my hon waiting for hours on end for us to get ready to go out for dinner because I was playing in Arathi Basin (That's a warcraft reference for you peeps who don't play).
Was it possible that his attentions would really be so skewed to focus on this technological wonder than yours trully? Gasp, the horror. I mean, IT is remarkably pretty. IT is very skinny. IT is very responsive and sensitive to his touch. IT gets pretty warm near his um... in his pocket. IT can do some pretty impressive tricks that even *I* can't pull off.
At dinner, IT was centered at the table between us.
I asked, "Maybe they'll make a game with touch controls on both sides of the screen so we can play IT together?"
And then He said, "You know what? I'd rather talk and be with you in person than have this device be the point of our interaction."
And with that, my silly worries about being temporarily attention surplanted by the iPhone were assuaged.
I know. For a girl who admits to having occasionally dated for tech support, it's a little weird.
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Has he named IT yet?
As a self-described PS3/Oblivion addict, I have to admit that I named our PS3 and Tucker (husband) has spent many an hour without my company because of "Steve".
Seriously though, your story cracked me up. I hope that IT doesn't cause too many spats.
Oh, and hasn't everyone dated at least one person for tech support?
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Oh, yes!
This sounds so familiar . . .you're not dating my husband, are you?
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