I visited the Apple store last night to purchase a new MacBook Pro. My computer is lovely and bringing much joy to my life, as I knew it would. What I didn’t know was that the Apple store is an untapped Mecca for single women. How come no one told me sooner?During my four-hour stint at New York’s Fifth Avenue location, I met some of the most wonderful dudes I’ve met in a while, both employees and customers. First, I met Friedrich, the blonde-haired cutie who helped me choose my machine. He was knowledgeable and helpful, but what endeared me to him was the conversation we had about his girlfriend. When I told him I worked for a women’s website, he asked me why I thought Black women were so underrepresented in the fashion industry. See, he was looking for some lingerie for his girlfriend who is from Trinidad and he didn’t like how few Black women there were modeling lingerie. Reese, the guy who was ringing me up, jumped in on the convo. After about 10 minutes of chatting, Fred and Reese decided that The Frisky was an important website and I needed to have my new computer ready for blogging ASAP.
They pushed my data transfer up from third to first in the queue. Ryan, tech geek extraordinaire, came out from behind the silver lair and shook my hand.
“I thought you’d want to meet the guy who’d be migrating your data. Your computers are in good hands,” he assured me. “It should take about two to three hours.”
When the guy with the tattoo sleeve and the waxed mustache heard I would be waiting for 2+ hours, he made a list of the best restaurants and bars in the area incase I wanted to leave and come back. Considering it was 11 p.m. and pouring rain, I decided to rough it out at the Genius Bar, but I was dying of thirst, so I asked Evan, the sweet, dorky sales boy, where I could get a beverage. Evan offered to go to the employee lounge and buy me a drink from the vending machine. At this point, I didn’t think it could get any better.
Then a good-looking customer sat down on the bench next to me. He had nerdy glasses and big dimpled grin.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“Waiting,” I said. “You?”
“I lost my ‘Z’ key. They’re hooking me up with a new one. Can I wait with you?” he requested.
Z-Key and I chatted for the next hour. He waited with me until Ryan finished my data migration. He even walked me out, helped me carry my bags, and hailed a cab for me in the rain. Oh, and he asked me out on a real date, one where we wouldn’t be surrounded by electronics. Not that I minded.