With editor Jeff Schwachter’s kind permission — and your indulgence — I’d like to stray from my usual celebrity-driven content this week and get personal (although I’ll probably drop a bold-face name or two in here, just like I did with Jeff’s).
This column is about the end of a relationship.
Last week, I ended a committed relationship that had lasted for eight years, almost nine, really. We really loved one another — or so I thought — and I always believed we were in it to win it. You know, forever and ever, till death do us part, that kind of stuff.
But then along comes an eye-opening moment, something that makes you sit up and take a mental inventory. And you realize that maybe you’ve been blind to this all along, because you simply didn’t want to accept the fact that it was happening, and it was happening right under your nose.
That was the situation I faced last week. Hindsight being what it is, I look back now and realize the telephone in my brain had been ringing for a long time, but I wasn’t answering the call and mentally kept kicking it into voice mail.
But this time when it rang, I answered. And then I took the action that was a long time coming.
Last week, after being together for almost nine years, we finally broke up. I am no longer one with my Blackberry.
Rather than play the field, though, I jumped right into a new relationship.
I know, I know, I probably should have played the field, looked around, examined my options, played hard-to-get. But I was afraid of being lonely and out of touch, so I jumped right back into the pool.
I was only single for as long as it took the nice young salesman at the Apple Store to use his iPhone to deactivate my Blackberry and breath electronic life into my sleek, black iPhone 4S. (I’m not sure what the “S” stands for, but it’s probably for Siri; more about her in a moment.)
I guess I knew this moment had been coming for a while. I’ve got some show-biz pals who had been encouraging me to do it for a while. Seems as though the iPhone is the smart phone of choice for the celeb set.
Three years ago, Teller (from Penn and Teller), showed me his new iPhone while we were at Bally’s waiting to tape my television show. Teller is the one who never speaks on stage, but offstage, he’s a verbal fountain. He told me there was no magic in the iPhone and that I needed to get with the program and get one.
“It was never meant to be a competition. It was only meant to be an extension of the first 'My Life' album, because there is no competition for the first 'My Life' album.”
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