I kissed my phone the other day. That’s when I decided to blog about it.
The specific model of my cell phone is besides the point, although I will mention it in a moment. It’s NOT a “smart phone.” Which isn’t to say that it’s dumb. I like to call it an innocent phone. As in The Age of Innocence.
Granted, it’s not the newest, latest, fastest, smartest or sexiest mobile phone out there. Decidedly not. It’s light years behind the innovative Apple iPhone 4. In fact, it’s an old-fashioned flip phone, reminiscent of the original Star Trek TV series. (Kirk out.)
My phone is a Samsung SCH-a630. It’s dark blue and silver. There’s no camera function. I can send and receive text messages, but I can’t access my webmail. Since I don’t own an iPad, I need to go to an actual computer to check my e-mail. Believe it or not, I prefer things this way.
As cellular phones go, mine is more than adequate. Sure, there have been times when I wished I could Google something or other, while I was out & about. On the other hand, I’ve never “pocket-dialed” anyone. When my flip phone is closed, it keeps to itself.
Yes, I’m in love with my non-smart cell phone. Please don’t be jealous. You can love whatever mobile device you choose to. And I hope you do adore whatever phone you call your own. One caveat: if you kiss your smart phone, beware of leaving lip prints on its screen!