Oh, WinMo, you are a funny beast. I first fell in love with you way back in 2002 with the original Orange SPV (zOMG YOU CAN GET WINDOWS ON A PHONE!!!). Your PIM was (and still is to be fair) outstanding, and I loved that I could run programs on you (apps is a sickly iPhone word). Your inadequacies were charming, they made me learn about ROM's and bootloaders and SIM locks, and there was that smug satisfaction of tweaking whatever Vario you were powering at the time and making it quicker or run something cool. I stayed mostly faithful when the first iPhone came out (sure, I had a fling when I had to run two phones for a while, but you understood right?). I had an even big test of our relationship when Android came out, I mean, look it it, it's sexy as hell. And now, as my contract on my Touch HD is up, you tease me with the HD2, that glorious slab of gadgety goodness, and I go weak at the knees with that Snapdragon processor and your new capacitive screen.
But my darling, I'm sick of your tantrums now. I don't want to wait half a second for you to realise I'm dialing a number. I don't want lag and poor frame rate when I'm trying to take a picture. I don't want you to take an age sending a text message. I don't want to repeat a keystroke because you missed it. I want quick. I want sexy. I want apps. I want to do everything in one device. Your HTC makeup is running thin, and what's underneath is slow and boring. So WinMo, this is it, I'm leaving you. Be it the Hero, Nexus, or iPhone, I'm still weighing up the pros and cons of each, but for us, we're through.