Love means never having to say... a word. Call me old-fashioned, but isn't young love supposed to be about whispering sweet nothings while making moon eyes at one another? Guess I'm old school now... Watching this couple share a couple slices of pizza, the dude on the left had not one but two hand-held devices, while his gal had her iPhone.
Over the course of 15 minutes, they shared one exchange, when she asked, "Do you wanna move to that table?" He looked over his shoulder and shook his head, not uttering a sound and all the while clicking away of his Crackberry. Maybe he was texting his response to her.
Over the course of 15 minutes, they shared one exchange, when she asked, "Do you wanna move to that table?" He looked over his shoulder and shook his head, not uttering a sound and all the while clicking away of his Crackberry. Maybe he was texting his response to her.
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