Sure, I use a cell phone to google some important piece of information (Who is the actress who stars in "Madame Secretary?), to call folks, to get directions, even to access my emails.
But I don't use my cell while I'm walking with a companion, having dinner with friends, or to take selfies anywhere I happen to be. In fact, I don't take selfies at all. I mean, okay . . . If I ran into, say, Gloria Steinem or Mary Karr, even a hunk like Paul Newman when he was still alive, I might be inclined.
But at an intimate dinner --- indeed, an anniversary outing --- with my husband?
That's exactly what happened a while back. A young woman with long black hair and already tons of makeup, took out her mirror, combed her hair, blotted her lipstick and starting taking selfies while her husband sat there, silent. I have to wonder what he was thinking. Was this self-centered wife of his really so stuck on herself instead of him?