I admit it. It was getting embarrassing that I was one of the last holdouts, still using a mobile phone with a stylus. Yes, a stylus. Perhaps you've already forgotten what that is. I used it lots with my Palm Treo 750 and for (dare I say it) years, the phone served me well. But I knew it was no longer cool.
I felt I was holding a toaster to my ear, the thing was so big. Big, that is, when compared to the super cool iPhone that everyone around me uses. But once I made the decision--at least 8 months ago--to make a switch, I found myself struck with mobile paralysis. I was frozen in place, waiting for the next big thing in phones. And then when one came along--and there's been a parade of bright shiny objects claiming to be the coolest phone in town--I'd read voraciously all the reviews to find out if this was just maybe the mobile of my dreams.
Alas, it was an unending saga. Just when I convinced myself that the Palm Pre was going to be my next cool phone, I was seduced into considering the iPhone again. The Palm Pre, by lots of people's reviews, is a technical phenomenon and a terrific piece of technology. But without the ability to seduce app developers to create new apps, I'm afraid it's headed for oblivion. But I didn't want to give in to the iPhone's call. I wanted the next thing. So name it, I read about it, checked it out, hemmed, hawed, drove my friends nuts with mobile anxiety as I considered a slew of newcomers trying to nibble away at Apple's gegemony.
And then it happened. I got myself Google's android phone, the Nexus One. Is it cool? You bet. It's sleeker than the iPhone. Truly. And it feels better in my hand. I fell so in love I even changed my mobile number that I've had for at least 7 years to a different number assigned to me on my Nexus One phone. How crazy is this: not only do all my friends have to learn a new number if they want to call my cell, my new number has a California area code and I live in New York. Go figure! I just decided to go crazy I guess and get married to my Nexus One after on again, off again courtships with way too many other suitors.
But it's not been an easy honeymoon: Google's customer service is only now coming around to being even passably helpful. And TMobile, the service provider, has mostly folks who know nothing about the Nexus One. I was told the other day by a TMobile guy who was pretty knowledgable that he could be even better if he actually had used a Nexus One, but Google changed its mind and didn't give any of its phones to the technical guys who are supposed to be providing over-the-phone assistance. Do no evil? This is crazy.
But here's my question. Now that I don't have that clunky old Palm Treo that I now admit was dinosaur-era, will my new hip mobile phone guarantee that my text messages are hipper, cooler, of-the-moment? I'm counting on it. I'm convinced my Nexus One is going to take years off my life. When you're sitting next to me on the plane and see my Nexus One, you'll just know I'm someone you'd love to engage in conversation, right? So far, it's incited lots of conversations from curious people who say, "Hey, cool...a Nexus One!" But will they say that a month from now when there's yet another version of the iPhone before us?