Dear iPod touch,

I am sorry.  We of the media have overlooked you so much recently that I feel it is time for us to apologize. So, I’ll say it again. iPod touch, I am so sorry.   

You have to understand though, it wasn’t you – it was us!  We couldn’t help it.  That iPhone 3G really had us going. (Shameless vixen!) We were wild with updates every day – what would it look like? Will there be enough? What time, exactly, will it be released?  It went to our heads like fizzy champagne bubbles and we were drunk. We waited in line. We talked about it constantly. And, once we had one, we loaded it with useless apps and paraded it in front of our friends. Did that make you sad, iPod touch? No, please… don’t cry.

Because, I have realized that it was wrong. Taking a job attaching Chinese restaurant menus to apartment building doors just to pay the monthly service fees is wrong. Love should not have to cost that much. You were there all that time too, waiting like a wallflower at the dance, while the iPhone did the Hustle with all the lads. Take my hand, iPod touch, and waltz with me. We will dance to the nearest Wi-Fi hotspot and make beautiful magic together!  

Forgotten step-sister, no more! It is time for your moment in the sun… or at least in my pocket. (You slender thing, you!) Let me load up your 32 gigs with videos and music – plenty of room for everything. With you, I don’t have to choose between the Toto and the Steely Dan. You let me have it all. We’ll play all the games we want too. Let the others call it the “iPhone” App Store.  We know better and you let me pop bubblewrap, give more cowbell, and play Solitaire to my heart’s content. A camera? Who needs it. We have our memories and none of them will show up later to embarrass us on other people’s blogs. GPS? Don’t make me laugh. Let the others fumble with their location coordinates. We’ll let someone else drive us to all the cool places with the money we saved every month.

As the madness wears down, I turn to you, iPod touch, with open arms and a full wallet. I take you – to have and to hold on this day forward… until death (or battery life) do us part.

Sincerely,
Lisa