My phone is more interesting than you! I scroll through Twitter as you kneel at my feet, not even casting a glance in your direction - why would I? You bore me. You're so far beneath me that the only interaction I'll permit is worshipping my thigh high wool socks and perfect, wiggling toes. I nonchalantly cross and uncross my legs, giving you a clear view of the gorgeous, fuzzy socks encasing my beautiful feet. Am I teasing you, or have I simply forgotten you exist?