iCheated
07. Aug, 2007
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I met her in the Apple Store. That’s how I first knew we had something in common.
I caught her gorgeous black eye out of the corner of mine. She was staring at me, openly and boldly, as if daring me to make a move.
I knew I shouldn’t. I was committed already, to one who had always been true to me, always there for me, and who was possessed of a certain sexy quality as well. It would be madness of me to risk what I already had.
But I couldn’t help myself.
It was the way she looked. All curves and a polished sexiness that would make a grown man cry.
The affair was brief, but intense. It was the way she responded to my touch, I think, that first started the obsession. I was awkward. Fumbling. But with an almost professional ease she took my nervous hands and made them work wonders.
I could feel her trembling lightly under my fingertips as my hands worked their way across her, touching here, and there… stroking her gently or pressing my fingers hungrily against her firm body. To this day, I don’t know what that trembling meant. Was it that I touched the right places? Or the wrong ones? It is a question that haunts me, one that nearly drives me to see her again, just to know, for certain, if I handled her right.
But alas, that time has passed. I have no business putting my hands on her. I decided after that first time that it would not work between us. I’m used to comfort, to ease – I know how to take care of the one I’ve got. This one… she was high-maintenance. All flash, and no substance. Sure, she could do things that made me gasp, and she would make the kind of trophy that made other men drool. And sure, she knew how to turn a great trick here and there, but when it came down to it, I just didn’t understand her. And she didn’t understand me. She couldn’t give me what I needed.
And so, even though I still close my eyes and see my hands on her – even though I dream of the feel of my skin against her body, I know that we are simply incompatible.
At least until she gets support for 3rd party apps or some form of Skype that doesn’t run through the Safari browser.
Pip is a picker, he's a grinner. He's a lover and he's a sinner.
Let’s face it. There’s nobody that didn’t see that coming. M. Night Shyamalan I’m not.
I don’t get it. Incidentally, what happened to the clever lowercase comments?
interesting.
iPhone. It’s about an iPhone, dude.
PIP!!
It’s good, I like you, I laughed, you have value as a human being.
why didnt you have her?
werent willing to put a (financial) comitment in to start with?