Phone love: When an iPhone meets a Hero

It's a coffee house: a handsome, manly iPhone, dressed in flattering black, was glugging down his double mocca frappaccino with extra cream, when he caught a whiff of an intoxicating group of radio waves. He looked over, and there by the door, a vision of beauty, resplendent in pink, shaking the rain from her sumptuous touchscreen.

"Oh my," thought iPhone, "could it really be, is that HTC Hero?" His CPU overclocked itself and he felt the surge of electrons through his circuits and terminals. "Will she speak to me? Will we be able to share our business cards, or will my OS make her feel inferior?"

iPhone needn't have worried -- despite his slight arrogance, he was a very dashing chap. Even before they exchanged words, HTC Hero was already planning their wedding, purchasing a virtual cat and deciding what colour their first house should be.