I stopped playing Tiny Zoo. Just lost interest somewhat.
The Bitch has found another game to keep her entertained while we wait for our meals at restaurants, after she finishes her meal, and before bed.
Picture this. We go to a nice restaurant near The Bund for dinner. I wanted to celebrate — I got a pay raise. We look at the menu, we order. Then she picks up her iPhone and occupies herself — collecting cash from animals in Tiny Zoo; serving dishes and making new ones in Tiny Chef; and most recently, throwing out a fishing line and reeling in big fishes — while I sip on a glass of warm water, looking around in the restaurant at other patrons looking like they’re having a good time with their dinner companions. A couple of them look back at me with a faint smile of acknowledgment, and I think to myself: do they think of me as a lousy dinner companion to warrant such behavior from my own dinner companion? I take another sip from my glass, and dig in my little dinner bag for my own iPhone. I check emails, fiddle around a little bit in the iPhone menu at nothing in particular, while watching her give her iPhone all the attention it seems to need from her. I look out the window of the restaurant at people walking by and people across that street. “Hey, do you think that’s a gentleman’s club?” “Hmm? Yeah probably.” Well, a lame question deserves a lame answer I guess.
On a separate occasion, we enter a a nice wine shop with nice sofa seats. We select a 2006 Casa de la Ermita to enjoy. After we take our first sips, the iPhone is lifted from her side of the table and it’s the same story.
The iPhone has helped us be savvy, and connected. But sometimes, I’d really like iPhone-free time with her.
The Bitch and her iPhone
