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f course, women are open-minded about technology - if they only explained with words einleutenden the benefits of the proposed acquisition. How to do it properly, I have some time ago described in a short story (it is about to buy a small hand-held organizer - you can change the subject but share freely with DVD recorders, notebooks or Fensehsessel with integrated massage elements).

"No!" - The best available from all of life partners looked at me with her ​​gorgeous piercing blue eyes over the breakfast table away. "You've already bought you for Christmas this digital photo thing! What do you want with more electronic in your pocket? "
I groaned in agony. The "digital-photo-thing" was for its time was quite good DIGITALCAM, had only 4 megapixels. Nevertheless, I would be quite willing to live with this cam for a few months when I finally would strike at the new Palm Tungsten T3. Bernd, colleague, department "Human Resources", single (!), Had convinced me within 60 seconds of it,

that it brings invaluable benefits to Excel spreadsheets can always look in landscape mode.
"Jennyleinchen," I gushed, "First Christmas has been quite an eternity ..."
"Nine months is not an eternity," I interrupted his breakfast always realistic thinking partner.
"Are they very well," I replied, a little stubborn, "after all, arise in such periods all generations!" Jennyleinchen snorted contemptuously and bit into her honey bun. I continued:
"There is you, my angel, immediately obvious that a man can not in a position without a reasonable run diary climb the next rung of the ladder ..."
A second Schnauber came from the other side of the table, coupled with the dull plop down a rapidly swallowed Honigbrötchenbissens, crowned by a contempt by remaining crumbs subdued, followed by a somewhat clearer voice, "Bah!": "The next rung of the career ladder! If I even hear! You are expert in the city planning office, BAT IV, and will remain that until you're 67! "
That hurt me a little while, but I knew that excitable partner daypart their words do not mean it and I ask your pardon would certainly later. So I just ignored her last sentence, and continued:
"Look, my sunshine, the Tungsten ..." I interrupted me, because I saw how she pulled up her eyebrows, so I corrected myself: "... this funny silver futures box that I've shown you on hoarding ..." not "talk with me when I was a kid! This brings me into a rage! "
I raised my hand reassuringly and decided to take a middle course: "So this new Palm that saves even photos! So I could be proud of all my colleagues pictures of you ... "
The coffee cup my lively companion banged hard on the IKEA table. "Stefan - under stand by you! At that time I was not quite sober, and you said you wanted to try it your digital thing times when schummriger lighting and ... "I quickly lifted his hands soothingly:
"But not these photos, angels! No, I thought of the last year in Paris ... "
"Aha!" This "aha" hit me like an arrow. "So from last year! I am well now you have become too fat! And that's just because I once the dress size ... "
My voice was pleading, "But no, my pretzel stick at all! You look so beautiful as it did on the first day! "I tried desperately to get away from the palm-photo-argument. "Look, I could on the memory card and the entire Federal Railways timetable ..."
"You take the car to work!" Phew, made it, she no longer thought of the dress size. Now a quick detour up to her: "Right, my clear-headed partner. I was thinking just in case I ever have a breakdown ... But finally I could also edit Word and Excel files on the move ... "
"Where is 'go'? During the car ride? In the office you've got your PC. And here at home. Or will you continue to work around even if we go to the movies? "
To save time, I bit into my buns and murmured with full cheeks. "No, no of course not"
Phew, this time it was especially difficult. The Internet connectivity, Bluetooth, etc., would not convince this highly intelligent specimen of the female species most likely.
With a decidedly slow gesture, I put down my bread, chewed, swallowed and said nothing, looked at her. Silence endured my life-long friend, not usually. So also in this case:
"So what now? Can we place this palm-thingy now finally be filed? "
I nodded. She was suspicious: "So that means you will not buy you a totally unnecessary part?"
I nodded again.
My continued silence she said on alert: "What's that?" The "It" was in her sentence spoken with unnaturally high voice. "First, you make me hell, because of the technical bells and whistles - and suddenly you no longer want it?"
I looked up at me and said softly: "Schatzilein, I just wanted you ..."
"Ah!" Her voice gained strength. "Now I'm back. I am once again to blame for everything! And I'm with you but only together about the pros and cons of the matter discussed objectively, as is customary in good partnerships! But no, the Lord turns my right from a rope! "
She leaned back with folded arms, and I replied in the most humble tone that I was able: "Little Angel, I just want that you are happy ..."
"Aaah!" Now her voice was almost triumphant. "The Lord gives up everything, just so his poor little woman is happy, what? How I hate this macho sayings! When determining whether I would, what to do! You're free! You buy the stuff but if it irritates you so much! "
I sighed, "No, no, would not be the right ..."
"Not quite!" They almost went on in her chair. "What do you mean 'not right'? Do you want me now persuade even feel guilty? Not with me! Since you've cut yourself! Today you'll run right after work and pick you kindly to hoarding this thing. And then there is peace! Is that clear? "
I lowered my eyes and modestly replied in a soft low voice: "But of course, now that you say it ... You as always right, Herzilein!"
One last suspicious look came from my wonderful and always pretty clear-thinking counterpart, then immersed himself in the morning paper while I was thinking hard about which memory card I would buy maybe one of the Tungsten ...