Intimacy And My Cell Phone

I've noticed lately how easily people move in and out of eachothers lives. Some friends you swear you'll have forever and others you can't wait to get rid of. The other day I was looking through the list of contacts on my cell phone wondering when I met so many Mikes. A few of my contact entries were simply bar names...the places were I'd met random people, added their phone numbers and never bothered to edit or even remember their real names. And what of my illegible entries....AsHMniog...that's not a name...wow I was drunk. Cell phones, something most people so readily rely upon to communicate with loved ones and friends...something that is so vital to my daily routine, should not be the means for allowing any Tom, Dick, or Harry into my life. Maybe I should be more protective of my cell phone. To a certain extent, adding someone to one's phone is an act of intimacy...like establishing the builing blocks of a relationship. My roomate the other day declared that she had "deleted" a guy that she'd been seeing from her phone. With a press of a button, she ended...removed someone from her life. It seems to me that intimacy, whether friendly or romantic is as easily acquired and lost as a press of a button. I guess I miss the days of writing a phone number on a cocktail napkin.