I hate to admit it, but I think I spend more time with my computer than with any one person.  I live alone, so it almost feels like a relationship.  We even go out to lunch once in a while, usually to Panera Bread.  Once a week we drive 45 minutes into Tampa to the Apple Store. I get a one on one tutorial  to learn how to communicate better with, uhm,  I guess his name is Mac.  It’s a little like couples therapy, but Mac never gets defensive or blames me for anything.

I do get concerned about the time I spend with Mac.  There are books to be read, tasks to be done, phone calls to be made where I speak to actual people.  For the most part Mac is a good friend. He was good enough not to mention my new haircut. Although he is very quite and sits silently in his place he is very alluring.  If I wonder about a subject I just go to Mac and he searches for the answer.  Whenever I think of something I want to say to a friend, Mac is there to relay the message.  If I need directions he’s there to offer a map.  When I need a recipe there’s good ole Mac with tons of recipes including comments by those who have already made it. Need a product, he’s right there and I know how to push his buttons so he’ll search around and find a list of all of the best prices.  

This is the most incredible thing.  Mac is not jealous at all.  He helps me to find men to date.  He’ll show me their pictures and give me all sorts of personal information about them.  I think he knows its mostly for naught, but likes to see me get out of the house once in a while.

I do not think my relationship with Mac is all that healthy.  If I don’t watch it I’ll become addicted to him to the exclusion of more important things, like life.