I dropped my cell phone today, for the hundredth time, in the rain even. One of these days when I have to tell He's Too Good To Me that I drop my phone - often - and on that occasion it will have passed on to gadget heaven, I will remind him that he loves me.
I remember my first car phone experience. I thought car phones were for those kind of people. You know the ones - $$$$.
The first car phone call I ever received was from He's Too Good To Me, February 26, 1988 - A day after meeting him. Remember this post? Pillow Talk.
There was a lot of static and background noise on the mobile phone and this was the conversation.
"This is Marie."
"Hey, this is Gregg, we met yesterday at the Groves' house."
"Where are you?"
"In the truck."
"How are you calling me?"
"From the mobile."
"The mobile phone in the truck."
chit chat while I'm thinking to myself . . .
I thought car phones were for those kind of people. Is he one of those kind? mmmm . . . $$$. If he is, this is good. Looks, chivalry, and $$$. My ship has come in, my boat is floating, my cookies have been frosted, my fancy has been tickled, my need has been met, my . . .
"What? Oh, I can't tonight. I've got supper at my sister's."
"Can I come?"
What? Did he just invite himself? Rude. But . . . mobile . . . my . . .
"Sure, I guess, if you'd like."
say you'd like, say you'd like
"Yeah, and afterwards we could go see a late movie."
Heart flutters, knees weak.
chit chat - time, directions, etc. Do you have money? To myself, I said that to myself. Gimme a break.
At the end of that evening when he opened the car door for me and I got out he picked me up and carried me to the front porch and kissed me perfectly.
Girls, I don't recommend this. Don't kiss on the first date. String 'em along a little.
Fast forward two weeks to March 10, 1988.
"Will you marry me?"
Sure - you gorgeous, chivalrious, absolutely penniless guy with your dad's mobile phone.
"Love you honey - by the way, I dropped my phone in the rain."