I resisted the cell phone fot many years. I hate the frakking phone to begin with, and I sure as hell didn't want to get calls when I was out of the office or away from home. For emergencies, I kept a prepaid cell phone, and I never gave anyone the number. I don't think I even knew the number.
Then Mrs Vache Folle got me a Blackberry on which I can receive and send e-mails and go on-line. I can open most attachments. I never go out without it, and I refer to it often. I take pictures with it and play games on it. It kills time in waiting rooms, etc. I love it and don't know how I ever lived without it.
I still don't give out the phone number. I have never even turned on the ringer. If you need me, e-mail me. Mrs Vache Folle can text me through BBM, but nobody else can.
I'm reminded of the story of an old man who got a phone after fifty years. When he had visitors one day, the phone rang and rang, and a visitor asked if he were going to answer it. The old man replied, "It's for my convenience."