Then End of A good thing

There comes a point in all relationships when the glow of first lust has faded and all that is left is the bare and lonely truth, that special someone is simply not as pretty as they looked the day before. Yeah, you've had a few laughs and some fun but it just seems like the communication isn't there anymore. My Toshiba and I have unfortunately come to this point.

I find myself cheating on Giovanni (my laptop) with every Apple I see, I just can't keep my eyes of their smooth and pretty curves, the glowing white exterior, and the amount of free software that they come with, I want it so bad.

I can remember when I first got my PC, his shiny black exterior looked so welcoming. I took him out immediately without bothering with the instruction manual and started to figure him out then and there. I found Word easily, being able to write my ideas without having to worry if I'd be able to read my own handwriting later was so appealing. Next I found the Photo Manager, and oh! the ability to bring out the contrast and colors in my photography. We spent so many blissful nights staying up late, playing solitary together in the confines of my bed room. But those times have long passed.

I knew we were having problems when my boyfriend brought his Mac up on one of his visits. Although it took a few strokes and tries to figure out how to maneuver I quickly learned why they are so popular, they were so quick and easy.

After he left, I started noticing all the little annoying things Giovanni did; like when he would ask my permission to open a program after I clicked on it.

"Of course I want you to open it! Why else would I have clicked on it?!"

"I was only making sure," Giovanni stammered.

"Whatever."

Soon I was sure he was out to sabotage my creative career when I tore through every file in his virtual cabinets trying looking for recording software, all I found was Movie Maker and a mic. Nothing that let me layer or experiment with sounds.

"You know, Rachel's Apple had it for free, you don't even have it for purchasing."

"I don't want to be compared to Rachel's Mac! It's all you ever talk about to me these days, Mac book this Apple that. Why don't you just marry Steve Jobs!"

"Maybe I will!"

I'm trying to find a good couples councilor for my PC and I but seeing as all of our communications seem one way lately I'm not sure how much help it would actually be.