My first phone was an Ericsson I believe back in the early nineties. It was rather clunky and had no Internet or texting capabilities. I loved that phone and every night I would set it on it’s little charger and wait for the red light to turn green. Why? Well everyone knows that if you over charge the battery will deplete and you will eventually deplete talk time. I would never allow that to happen to my “baby”.

Then came my Nokia phase. In my mind, no one but no one could surpass the superior quality of those phones. They were smaller, sleeker and great to flash about. They were the status symbol of my generation and untouchable by any other competitor.

As I grow older, I find myself using my phone less and less, however my desire to have a nice sleek one hasn’t diminished. My Motorola Razor is two years old and I could probably do with an upgrade, but when I look at the usage and see that it’s less than twenty minutes a month, I balk at the idea.

Still the desire to have that delicious new Apple iPhone beckons and pulls at my heartstrings. Do I need it? Of course not, but a girl can dream, can’t she?