You may have noticed things have been a little, er, stagnant in the internet area. This happens with many relationships at some point; exciting to begin with but, after awhile, a little tiresome. Boring. Even something to be avoided at all costs.

That's when the affairs usually begin and I was no different. I began my relationship with my Blackberry (we'll call him 'Mr. B.') in May. My issue was not so much boredom with my regular computer but annoyance and impatience. Could the thing be any slower? And non-communicative? Just when I began what I thought was a great conversation it would shut me out. 'Non-responsive program.’ Got that right.

I admit I was away a lot as well. There would be days when I just could not give my computer the attention it deserved and perhaps, it was shutting me out because it was hurt and frustrated. This was retribution. But I still needed to, well, have access to a computer. Type things. So one day I stopped in at my favourite electronics store (yes, girls can have a favourite electronics store; let’s get back on topic shall we?) and there he was. Shiny, new, full of promise. He sported the largest keys of all his mates. He was not called ‘Bold’ for nothing, let me tell you. And he promised to be there for me whenever I needed him. INSTANT GRATIFICATION. Oh yes, with my compulsion to … type things … it was obvious this fellow and I were meant for each other.  

I love Mr. B. However it appears he's been holding out on me. For one thing, I think he is a tad jealous. It seems he does not give me all my messages and even if he does pass along important information he holds back a little bit. Sure, I get to see some of what he wants to show me but there's always that second page; that crucial element that would make my life just a bit easier that Mr. B. has decided I can do without.

I know the tabloids will have a field day with this but I cannot resist telling you that Mr. B. has a few other, um, limitations. For one thing, I cannot always read what he is thinking on that teeny-tiny screen he sports. And as helpful as he has been in my time of need, well, honestly? Editing press kits on such a small surface is not all that satisfying. There really is something to be said for size. And a keyboard; a place to put the remaining eight digits that have been of no use these past few months (well, all but one of them but that's only when I am really REALLY mad and each and every one of those folks deserved it).

I know I have to make a choice. And so, I am headed out next week to check out … other options. I’ll have a chat with my computer; explain that it’s me, not it. I’ll tell it I can help it find new friends; in fact, I know of an 11-year-old boy that would be JUST its speed. I will also let Mr. B. know that I like him, I respect him and I appreciate everything he has given me thus far. However, I am really hoping he understands that we can only be friends and that even though he cannot give me everything I really need, I hope I can still depend on him to be there for me when it counts.