And I hate how much I love you boy (yeah…)
I can’t stand how much I need you (I need you…)

That’s Rihanna singing about a guy but it might as well be me singing (though not as well) about my new phone. A 3G iPhone. I didn’t want an iPhone. I’m not exactly anti-technology. I have 2 desktops and a laptop in my house and set up my own wireless network. I’ve had different versions of a Nokia cell phone for years and have always been happy with its capabilities.

My brother, who is always on the forefront of technology, was an early adoptor. He should be. It’s his livelihood. I on the other hand, a suburban housewife/part-time bookkeeper with elementary school-age children and a husband who owns a restaurant, don’t have much of a need for being able to get my email, check stock quotes and update my Facebook page while I’m waiting for the laundry to finish drying.

(The Facebook page, by the way, was another thing I fought doing but I was bullied in to it by a short little Italian from NYC. You know how they are.)

I have other pushy friends. One in particular who also doesn’t fit the early adopter profile. He’s in his late 50’s, likes to do Pilates, drink a good Bourbon and bet on the horses. He got an iPhone. Every time I would see him, he would extol the virtues of the phone. When I would remark “Who needs all those capabilities? Not me.”, he would claim that I was jealous. And I would claim that I would never get one.

For my birthday last month, he surprised me with an iPhone. A 3G iPhone. He doesn’t even have the 3G. At first, I was kind of upset. In these economic times, I didn’t want to spend the extra $30 a month. But I smiled and said how excited I was. It took me a month to get around to picking it up and getting my service set up. It’s been two weeks since.

And I hate how much I love you iPhone (yeah…)
I can’t stand how much I need you (I need you…)

Wow, how I’ve changed. Of course I need to check my email while I’m upstairs in the bathroom. And yes, I need to know the current weather in Barrow, AK. When my husband calls me, his picture appears on the screen and my phone barks. And how cool is it that I can go for a power walk and take one thing that is both my iPod and my phone.

We went to dinner with my pushy iPhone friend last night. Earlier in the day, I got a pedicure and sent him a picture of my freshly painted toes and a message about looking forward to going out with him that evening. How cool, and thoughtful, is that? He texted me back and told me I could only go to dinner if I left my stupid phone at home. Can’t take the competition for my attention. I told him I would leave it in the car. But I couldn’t bear to. It came in handy though. My husband and I were waiting for him at the bar, so I texted him and told him we were at the far end, by the windows.