I needed to upgrade my phone. My faithful old Nokia was creaking and something had to go. So I went into one of the ubiquitous phone shops and chose the most reasonably priced relatively up-to-date phone I could. The young one was very obliging and her fingers flew over it as she set things up for me. I was hanging onto my old number etc so she went to remove the old SIM card. She burst out laughing.
'That must be at least ten years old',
'It's twelve actually.' I replied. I bought my first mobile phone when I was expecting sn#2. I had held out against them up until then, I didn't particularly want to be contactable 24/7, but being heavily pregnant and 39 made me err on the side of caution.
Anyway she placed my now obsolete Sim card into this tiny reader and a virgin Sim card beside it closed the lid, hit a few buttons and zingo the data on one went to the other.
'Isn't that deadly!' I marvelled. 'Y'know, I read somewhere that they reckon we'll all be having cerebral sex in the future. Won't that be great. None of that aul' messin', we'll just bang foreheads and zingo - orgasm passed from one brain - which is where it starts - to another.'
She looked at me mouth agape and then laughed again.
'Well my fella certainly mind-f**ks' me,' she said. Then clapped her hand over her mouth. 'I can't believe I said that. OhMiGod! I'm morto.'
'Not to worry,' I said - 'sure, you're in your aunties. I won't tell anyone if you don't. Men don't have internal monologues anyway, they are for the mostly part physical creatures. We on the other hand have a much deeper spiritual dimension to us.' I was wildly generalising of course but at least I gave the child a laugh on a dull Wednesday lunchtime. I probably should have told her I blogged.
My phone is very nice. Or will be when I figure out how to use it.
I wonder will I be still about when they work out this cerebral sex thing and would it be possible without using intuition and instinct. I think I'd like a go of it. Maybe.