The feeling was exhilarating yet frustrating: searching frantically in your purse for a tiny scrap of paper bearing the phone number of someone who could be the man of your dreams.
Yeah. When was the last time you did THAT?
Here, Shmitten Kitten goes retro and reminds us of the warm, fuzzy feelings that used to come with receiving a date's digits on a tiny piece of paper.
It happens rarely now.
You pursue your newest nightclub match by simply handing him/her your phone and cuing up a new entry on the contact list.
Convenient? Yes. But it doesn't allow for the "aww" factor that comes with finding your initial chicken scratch in your boyfriend's dresser drawer two years into the relationship.
When did you last give/receive a handwritten phone number?