After 5 years I just discovered that Jarom and I get each other. A lot. It's to the point where I will pick up my phone to call him and as soon as I find it in my purse it starts ringing. And guess who it is? Jarom.
We think of the same obscure references. We are almost to the level of my best friend Mischa and I when we only had to utter a single word and we would work anyone who challenged us to a game of "Taboo." We laugh at the same jokes, make the same faces, use the same lingo.
It's even gotten to the point that I can recognize what will bother him most in a moment of tragedy.
Today we got our new EnV2 phones. I was stoked. My phone does not resemble the cool phones that people are sporting. My phone looks like a flip house phone. It's large, boxy, has an antenna, and is most definitely not sexy. I'm not positive but on the back it seems there are primitive hieroglyphics of men hunting animals... Or maybe they are just scratches from my keys.
My phone has a crappy battery, no spring to hold it open and as such clicks like an Erector Set in motion when I close it, and it takes bad pictures.
I'll be honest I've been waiting for my new free phone for a long time, in fact the whole 2 years since I got my last phone. And today, after haggling with the Verizon lady on the phone, it came. Both Jarom's and mine. Matching his and her's Black EnV2s. Gorgeous. Dreamy. And confusingly alike.
We were both so excited that he patiently waited for me to return from a business trip to open the box. As we sat on the bed Jarom ceremoniously handed me the box and chivalrously suggested I open it.
"Really?" I breathed. "You wanna help me?"
"No." He answered tenderly. "You do it."
After opening the package Jarom and I each took a box and began riffling through the contents. This is where Jarom and I are different. I immediately ripped off all the protective stickers on my phone while Jarom pointedly kept his on. He believes an electronic should be protected as long as possible. We've talked about this a few times, and always new appliances sport lovely plastic screens for a few months until they bubble and peel and I beg to be able to remove them. So there was no way I was going to keep mine on, this was MY phone. Or was it?
Over the course of a day I learned something. Though 2 phones look the same they are actually different. Each is programed according to the number it's supposed to support. So needless to say, after transferring all my contacts onto Jarom's phone (all 75 of them), turning off my old phone and realizing that my new phone won't activate, I discovered that I was in fact holding Jarom's phone, the phone that I had stripped of all protective barriers. Crude.
I dialed him up commenting to my mom-in-law Kim that he would be bummed I'd taken the stickers off. "Jarom," I explained gingerly. "I couldn't activate my phone because we pulled a parent trap. I have your phone and you have my phone.
I kid you not, Jarom's first word were, "But, you took off my stickers!"
Who says I don't know my man?
