Growing up I used the phone, on the wall, in the kitchen. It had a curly cord that could stretch about 15 feet. (4.5 meters for my possible future husband and kids, if we end up anywhere other than America that is.) I remember my mom spending hours on it talking with my aunts and getting all caught up in the cord attempting to also make lunches, do the laundry, and prep for dinner. I had my best friend Derek’s number down pat! I’d call him after school and on the weekends so much, “Hi Derek, it’s Eric!” (Still one of my favorite things to think about, how funny I found that little rhyme.) I couldn’t wait until I invited myself over to his house (are you surprised?) and the moment I arrived at his front door and we went running down to the basement.
Today, my parents don’t even know their own cell phone numbers to tell others. If an emergency happened, without the use of their personal cell phones, they wouldn’t know who to call for help. Luckily I have everyone’s number still memorized, in my family. I’m (usually) insanely good with numbers, I like maths. (Yes, apparently that is how “math” is written in England. Interesting, right.) Maybe this is why the actual physical “money” part of my day job in banking comes very naturally to me. Yes I moonlight as a bank teller. ;) Hey, a boy needs a consistent paycheck. I love being a struggling artist, wait, correction, I love being an artist. The struggling part just comes with the gig. Rather when there isn’t a gig. If I happen to end up with a guy I that can help my performance career, good. If I end up with a guy who plays piano or is involved in music and theatre in anyway, wonderful. If I end up with a guy who can sing well and wants to sing duets with me on every CD I ever make, I don’t care if he is dirt poor, I will love it!
Did you know Snapchat owns every text, picture, and video you’ve ever sent on the app? Yep, I’m the guy who actually reads the fine print. Warning guys: they sell your face, doggie ears, yes, ev-er-re-thang to the highest bidder on the black, white, and purple people eater market. When I want to connect with a guy off of an app, the next step up for me is one of those conversations where you hear the other person’s voice with that computer device known as a cell phone. Do I sound old fashioned? Maybe out of touch? If so, that’s okay, because I guess I am. I want to hear your voice, hear your inflections, and hear your accent! Alas, any guy in my under 34 age group first and foremost believes that Snapchat is the best form of communication. Is it weird that I want to make you laugh, and then hear your laugh? I hope that comes off as charming.