My little black book according to T9
I confess, I don’t own as many pleasure-providing gadgets as one might expect from the good girl next door. Among the toys missing from my nightstand is the sexy must-have iPhone. I’m still palming an LG VX8300, which means many of my conversations and coordinations transpire via text. It also means that instead of touching QWERTY, I’m thumbing T9.
With T9, as you thumb alphanumeric keys, the phone guesses at the word you mean. If the suggested word is wrong, you simply press next to prompt another, hopefully more desirable, suggestion. And of course there’s smart technology. Thus, like a good underwire pushup that molds to my form as I wear it, my phone learns my predilections as I type them. Recently, I discovered each key plus just a few nexts yeilded the following results.
2 + (next * 5) = a…c…b…2…bq… brianshaler 
3 + (next * 4) = e…d…f…3… dykc 
4 + (next * 6) = i…h…g…4…I’ll…it’s… garyvee 
5 + (next * 5) = k…l…j…5…libertymarket… jaybaer 
6 + (next * 4) = o…m…n…6… markdudlik 
7 + (next * 5) = s…p…r…q…7… sunnythaper 
8 + (next * 6) = t…v…u…8…Texder…that’s… timebarrow 
9 + (next * 6) = x…w…y…z…9…you’re… WaynesWhirled 
You may see a list of gentlemen. I see a scandalous affair with Twitter that no one man can satisfy.
XOXO
