We Bumped!

I love technology. Since my first Fortran programming class at Florida Technological University in 1969, and continuing when I learned to "drive" a mag card typewriter to get my first temp job at IBM (hmmm, most of you will have to go into the IBM Archives to learn what I'm talking about), I've been infatuated with all things technological.

All right, I'll admit that there are times I can't figure out exactly how to make some of these gadgets work. My eight-year-old grandson had to prod me to use the voice feature of the Google iPhone app. But he's been able to point-and-click since he was two, so maybe he's not a very good example to use. I complained to my younger son once, about six years ago, that I couldn't hear on my phone, and he had to show me where the speaker was so I could position it over my ear.

So—given the fact that an hour into my first date with the Jazzman, he admitted he has an iPhone—maybe this relationship was Meant To Be. (Remember the scene from "Sleepless in Seattle" when the kids are sitting in the audio chair, using acronyms like MFEO for Made For Each Other? Love that scene!). At the end of the date, when he wanted to give me his e-mail address and phone number, I opened up a new Contact record and handed him my iPhone. No more worrying about being able to read someone's handwriting. Put it in pixels!

Last week we Bumped for the first time. We each downloaded the Bump application, I selected a photo he wanted me to transfer from my phone to his, then we each gripped our phones and bumped our knuckles together.

Voila! My pic was in his photo album.

Sexy, Baby. In the truest high-tech sense of the word!