Spike and I got new phones last summer. Since he's rarely local, and often south of the border, we opted for the lots-of-texting and very-little-calling package. And because of that, we got phones with the full keyboard, i.e. not a flip phone.
Which leads to butt-dialing.
Last night, my phone buzzed, right before a meeting I was going into. It was Spike. I knew this because I have a very cute pic of him attached to his contact info, so that I smile even before I answer.
"Hello," I said happily to the love of my life. "Hi," he said.
"Hello?" I repeated. "Hey there," he said.
"I bet you're wondering why I called you," he said. "Little bit," I said.
"Well," he said, "apparently I just butt-dialed you. Sorry about that." "No problem," I said.
Several minutes later, my phone buzzed again, with the same cute picture. I instantly hung up, chuckling and shaking my head. Then it buzzed again. Turns out the second call wasn't a butt-dial, it was a real call, and I had hung up on him.
Technology can really complicate relationships.