I had my annual physical today. When my family doctor asked her obligatory mental health question, something like "How happy are you?," I heard myself saying: "I feel great. After all, I have an iPhone 4."
She typed something into her notebook computer. Probably I now have a diagnosis of excessive attachment to technology disorder. (Hey, that's fine. And entirely accurate.)
Here's what I've learned about my best electronic friend: she wants to be naked when she's touched by me. I wasn't sure about this for a while, so experimented with dressing her in various outfits.
Apple sent me a free bumper case to deal with the (for me) nonexistent iPhone 4 antenna problem. I tried it for a few days. The case felt plastic'y and interfered with the phone fitting properly in an XM Skydock.
I took it off.
Then I got a Tuneband, wanting to see if I liked exercising while listening to stuff on my iPhone. The armband fitted through a slot in a silicone case which I left on all the time. For a couple of weeks.
I enjoyed the case at first. It felt a bit kinky, like my beloved iPhone 4 had dressed up in a tight Cat Woman outfit for me.
She wasn't as willing to please with the case on, though. The phone would connect with the XM Skydock so I could listen to satellite radio in the car, but it wouldn't charge while in the dock. Ditto with a iPod/iPhone "clock radio" device in our bedroom.
I decided to ditch the silicone case.
Instantly I realized how right it is to feel the iPhone 4 without anything coming between us. Ah, the shiny sleek aluminum... the smooth glass... the rounded corners and gently protruding buttons.
Yes, I know that if I drop my darling, she's more likely to be injured now. I'm willing to take that chance. As is she, I know, from the wordless love talk I hear from her.
Rumi said in his Masnavi, "lovers want each other completely naked." My fingers never touch my iPhone while gloved. It is only right that my electronic lover be equally bereft of coverings.