Being approached by men is not new for me. Being approached because of my cell phone, however, is new. Were you aware having a Blackberry Storm meant you were part of a club and, upon seeing a member of the opposite having one, should beeline their way and demand a product review? I certainly didn't.
It was a Friday night and I was out with some friends; dancing, drinking and having a good time. I moved to the side to check NCAA tourney scores because I didn't have the patience to wait for CBS when a random guy suddenly thrusts his Storm between my face and my phone. He eagerly shouts into my ear, completely disregarding my ear drum, "I can't believe you have one! How do you like it?"
I had a sudden case of deja vu--and not in a good way. The same thing happened to me a few weeks earlier. At the same bar. Different guy though. And I had been text messaging at the time.
To say I was creeped out and dumbfounded--partly because I was on the receiving end of this not just once but twice within the same month and partly because the guy was awkward--would be an understatement. After pausing to make sure he was serious and to consider my best plan of action, I nodded, slightly smiled and quickly retreated to my friends; checking the entire way to he was not following me.
Yes, the Storm is a cool phone. But it has been out for three months now. It's no longer an acceptable conversation starter with random strangers (if it even ever was). Move on to something a little more current, like the NCAA tournament. I am much more likely to discuss my bracket with you than my cell phone.
Yes, the Storm is a cool phone. But it has been out for three months now. It's no longer an acceptable conversation starter with random strangers (if it even ever was). Move on to something a little more current, like the NCAA tournament. I am much more likely to discuss my bracket with you than my cell phone.
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