This is the phone I wanted.
This was the phone I had to have in my room.
This was the phone I would use to say what I thought were dirty things to girls, but would later realize that what passed for dirty in my teenage mind was really just a string of misguided terms of endearment, followed by an unwillingness to be the first to hang up, which itself was followed by the inevitable “falling asleep on the phone” routine.
The “falling asleep on the phone” routine was America’s Favorite Way Of Showing Affection: Age 13-17 group, 1992-1996.
All this because the phone had lights on it. That’s how I described it to my mom, “It’s the one that lights up. GOD, mom.”
Yes, I am aware that this phone was V POPULAR A++ with every girl in America. I also don’t care because my phone had lights on it and also I had a phone in my room.
This is my favorite thing ever.
Oh my gosh, I had this phone! I won it from selling the most girl scout cookies, or something along those lines. It had a secret feature of awesomeness, which was that I could hear the conversations of anyone using the phone in other rooms even when it was hung up. The eavesdropping possibilities were endless, and there was no annoying “click” to give me away.
