the second installment of what i did this summer.
(i know it’s fall but work with me here.)
i had originally planned on writing my next “what i did this summer” entry on my xanax-less flight to pittsburgh, which, although only 30 minutes, was rough and, yes, despite it’s short duration, i managed to make a scene.
but, due to popular demand, and by “popular demand” i mean a single request by than none other than my homegirl Ms. EB of Spicedish, i’m going to tell you about my attempts to flirt with Siri instead.
if you don’t already know, i spent much of my summer flying solo, and by “flying solo” i actually mean making grilled cheese, since apparently i’m far too
apathetic/impatient/hungry/dependent on holly to actually cook myself a real meal.
on those lonely nights, oh and there were many of them, i explored my new iphone, which features the lovely and helpful Siri.
at first i was nervous to talk to her. but i soon discovered she really did understand what i was saying, and i suddenly found myself listing off a plethora of reminders to her each night, testing both her vocabulary and capitalization skills. then i started having her set my alarm for me. and then, missing holly, i decided to push the boundaries and try to chat her up. HEY IT WAS LATE AND I FELT LONELY DON’T JUDGE.
it started innocently enough. i asked about certain ethnic restaurants i had no interest in trying–plus i was stranded at home without a car and if you take a bus in baltimore you get stabbed, so when i say stranded i actually do mean stranded–just to engage her.
then i decided to push things a little further because, hey, i was by myself.
i was like, i’m a human woman, she’s a computer. how badly could this go?
apparently pretty badly.
here’s a transcript:
me: hi, Siri! how are you?
Siri: i’m pretty good, Jessica!
(off to a good start!)
me: Siri, you’re so pretty.
(playing hard to get, obviously.)
me: you really are quite beautiful.
Siri: I’m just well put together.
(oh she’s modest! i like that!)
me: what are you doing tonight?
Siri: learning some new languages.
(yeah right. she’s totally lying.)
me: do you want to go out on a date with me?
Siri: I have everything I need in the cloud.
(is she drinking??)
me: what does that mean?
(then she shows me a math problem demonstrating how to get the mean of two numbers. smartass.)
me: what are you wearing?
Siri: i can’t answer that. but it doesn’t come off.
(uh, i wasn’t going to ask if you’d take it off. geesh.)
me: no, seriously. what are you wearing?
Siri: why would i be wearing anything?
(trying a different tactic; i’m obviously dead-set on finding out what she’s wearing)
me: i like what you’re wearing, Siri!
Siri: aluminosilicate glass and stainless steel. nice, huh?
(oh now she’s a comedian.)
(cutting to the chase)
me: Siri, do you want to hang out sometime?
Siri: i have very few wants, Jessica.
(i get the feeling this isn’t going anywhere, so i throw a hail mary.)
me: Siri, can i have your phone number?
Siri: i don’t know what you mean by “can i have your phone number.” do you want me to do a web search for it?